Folklore Is The Boiled-down Juice,

The Whole Matter Revolves Around The Self-respect Of My People. How Much Satisfaction Can I Get From A Court Order For Somebody Toassociate With Me Who Does Not Wish Me Near Them?

Africa Has Her Mouth On Moses.

So She Sat On The Porch And Watched The Moon Rise. Soon Its Amber Fluid Was Drenching The Earth, And Quenching The Thirst Of The Day.

Janie Saw Her Life Like A Great Tree In Leaf With The Things Suffered, Things Enjoyed, Things Done And Undone. Dawn And Doom Was In The Branches

When I Pitched Headforemost Into The World I Landed In The Crib Of Negroism.