If I Am Going To Be A

Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And Pain Godfathered Me.

My Poetry Has Become The Way Of My Giving Out What Music Is Within Me.

Africa? A Book One Thumbs Listlessly, Till Slumber Comes.

I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

What Is Africa To Me: Copper Sun Or Scarlet Sea, Jungle Star Or Jungle Track, Strong Bronzed Men, Or Regal Black Women From Whose Loins I Sprang When The Birds Of Eden Sang?