I Look At My Own

When Poems Stop Talking About The Moon And Begin To Mention Poverty, Trade Unions, Color, Color Lines And Colonies, Somebody Tells The Police.

Life Is A System Of Half-truths And Lies, Opportunistic, Convenient Evasion.

I Will Not Take "but" For An Answer.

I Stuck My Head Out The Window This Morning And Spring Kissed Me Bang In The Face.

I've Been Scared And Battered. My Hopes The Wind Done Scattered. Snow Has Friz Me, Sun Has Baked Me, Looks Like Between 'em They Done Tried To Make Me Stop Laughin', Stop Lovin', Stop Livin'-- But I Don't Care! I'm Still Here!