Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion

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.

There Is No Secret To Success Except Hard Work And Getting Something Indefinable Which We Call 'the Breaks.

Ever At Thy Glowing Altar Must My Heart Grow Sick And Falter, Wishing He I Served Were Black.

We Shall Not Always Plant While Others Reap