I Will Not Take "but"

Peace We Passed Their Graves: The Dead Men There, Winners Or Losers, Did Not Care. In The Dark They Could Not See Who Had Gained The Victory.

Everything There Is But Lovin' Leaves A Rust On Your Old Soul

If You Want To Honor Me, Give Some Young Boy Or Girl Who's Coming Along Trying To Create Arts And Write And Compose And Sing And Act And Paint And Dance And Make Something Out Of The Beauties Of The Negro Race-give That Child Some Help.

That Justice Is A Blind Goddess Is A Thing To Which We Black Are Wise: Her Bandage Hides Two Festering Sores That Once Perhaps Were Eyes.

Harriet Tubman Lived To See The Harvest.