Life Must Be Aromatic. There Must Be

Beware The Easy Griefs / That Fool And Fuel Nothing.

And If Sun Comes / How Shall We Greet Him? / Shall We Not Dread Him, / Shall We Not Fear Him / After So Lengthy A / Session With Shade?

I Who Have Gone The Gamut From An Almost Angry Rejection Of My Dark Skin By Some Of My Brainwashed Brothers And Sisters To A Surprised Queenhood In The New Black Sunam Qualified To Enter At Least The Kindergarten Of New Consciousness Now... I Have Hopes For Myself.

We Don't Ask A Flower Any Special Reason For Its Existence. We Just Look At It And Are Able To Accept It As Being Something Different From Ourselves.

I Am An Ordinary Human Being Who Is Impelled To Write Poetry. ... I Still Do Feel That A Poet Has A Duty To Words, And That Words Can Do Wonderful Things, And It's Too Bad To Just Let Them Lie There Without Doing Anything With And For Them.