I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And Pain Godfathered Me.

Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion Out Of Rods

Yet Do I Marvel At This Curious Thing:/ To Make A Poet Black, And Bid Him Sing!

I Was Reared In The Conservative Atmosphere Of A Methodist Parsonage.

Lord, Forgive Me If My Need Sometimes Shapes A Human Creed.