For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.

Life is a system of half-truths and lies, Opportunistic, convenient evasion.

The first of the month falls every month, too, North or South. And them white folks who sends bills never forgets to send them-the phone bill, the furniture bill, the water bill, the gas bill, insurance, house rent.

It were depression, too. They cut my wages down once at the foundry. They cut my wages down again. Then they cut my wages out, also the job.

Frosting Freedom Is just frosting On somebody else's Cake-- And so must be Till we Learn how to Bake.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Let America be America, where equality is in the air we breathe.