Reach Up Your Hand... And Take A

My Soul Has Grown Deep Like The Rivers.

Why Should I Want To Be White? I Am A Negro - And Beautiful!

For My Best Poems Were All Written When I Felt The Worst. When I Was Happy, I Didn't Write Anything.

I Will Not Take "but" For An Answer.

I Did Not Believe Political Directives Could Be Successfully Applied To Creative Writing . . . Not To Poetry Or Fiction, Which To Be Valid Had To Express As Truthfully As Possible The Individual Emotions And Reactions Of The Writer.