I Cut My Teeth As The Black

We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

We Shall Not Always Plant While Others Reap

Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till Slumber Comes.

Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion Out Of Rods

[w]e Have Always Resented The Natural Inclination Of Most White People To Demand Spirituals The Moment It Is Known That A Negro Is About To Sing. So Often The Request Has Seemed To Savor Of The Feeling That We Could Do This And This Alone.