But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core.
Washington is the city where the big men of little towns come to be disillusioned
I hope there is something worthy in my writings and not merely the novelty of a black face associated with the power to rhyme that has attracted attention.
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
All play and no work makes Jack a mere toy.
..we wear the mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes- this debt we pay to human guile; with torn and bleeding hearts we smile.