Harriet Tubman Lived To See

It Is The Duty Of The Younger Negro Artist . . . To Change Through The Force Of His Art That Old Whispering "i Want To Be White," Hidden In The Aspirations Of His People, To "why Should I Want To Be White? I Am A Negro - And Beautiful!"

Life Dosent Frighten Me At All.

So Since I'm Still Here Livin', I Guess I Will Live On. I Could've Died For Love-- But For Livin' I Was Born.

Rest At Pale Evening... A Tall Slim Tree... Night Coming Tenderly Black Like Me

There Is No Color Line In Art.