To some people Love is given, To others Only Heaven.
When poems stop talking about the moon and begin to mention poverty, trade unions, color, color lines and colonies, somebody tells the police.
Everything there is but lovin' leaves a rust on your old soul
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water To be so still that way. ~ "Sea Calm
Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!
Humor is when the joke's on you but hits the other fellow first -- before it boomerangs.