What I'm trying to do is to tell young people that I teach them how to breathe before I teach the haiku. That one breath, that one breath, because the haiku keeps you alive. It keeps you going. If you learn how to breath the haiku, you learn how to breathe. If you learn how to breathe, you're much healthier.

The most fundamental truth to be told in any art form, as far as Blacks are concerned, is that America is killing us.

what i need is traveling minds talktouch kisses spittouch you swimming upstream.

I still hear you humming, Mama. The colour of your song calls me home. The colour of your words saying, Let her be. She got a right to be different. She gonna stumble on herself one of these days. Just let the child be. And I be, Mama.

The black artist is dangerous. Black art controls the 'Negro's' reality, negates negative influences, and creates positive images.

So much of growing up is an unbearable waiting. A constant longing for another time. Another season.

No. Don't never go looking for love girl. Just wait. It'll come. Like the rain fallin' from the heaven, it'll come. Just don't never give up on love.