O My Body, Make Of Me Always

Fervor Is The Weapon Of Choice For The Impotent.

I Feel My Soul As Vast As The World, Truly A Soul As Deep As The Deepest Of Rivers; My Chest Has The Power To Expand To Infinity. I Was Made To Give And They Prescribe For Me The Humility Of The Cripple.

The Life Of The Nation Is Shot Through With A Certain Falseness And Hypocrisy, Which Are All The More Tragic Because They Are So Often Subconscious Rather Than Deliberate ... The Soul Of The People Is Putrescent, And Until That Becomes Regenerate And Clean, No Good Work Can Be Done.

I Am Black: I Am The Incarnation Of A Complete Fusion With The World, An Intuitive Understanding Of The Earth, An Abandonment Of My Ego In The Heart Of The Cosmos, And No White Man, No Matter How Intelligent He May Be, Can Ever Understand Louis Armstrong And The Music Of The Congo.

The Settler Makes History And Is Conscious Of Making It. And Because He Constantly Refers To The History Of His Mother Country, He Clearly Indicates That He Himself Is The Extension Of That Mother Country. Thus The History Which He Writes Is Not The History Of The Country Which He Plunders But The History Of His Own Nation In Regard To All That She Skims Off, All That She Violates And Starves.