Night Came Walking Through Egypt Swishing Her

To Avoid The Consequences Of Posterity The Mulattos Give The Blacks A First Class Letting Alone. There Is A Frantic Stampede White-ward To Escape From Jamaica's Black Mass.

Once You Wake Up Thought In A Man, You Can Never Put It To Sleep Again.

I Belong To No Race Nor Time. I Am The Eternal Feminine With Its String Of Beads.

It Seems That Fighting Is A Game Where Everybody Is The Loser.

Folklore Is The Boiled-down Juice, Or Pot-likker, Of Human Living.