I'll show you just how cruel a sport basketball is.
The age is materialistic. Verse isn't. I must be with the age, so I am writing prose.
. . we wear the mask that grins and lies, it hides our cheeks and shades our eyes- this debt we pay to human guile; with torn and bleeding hearts we smile.
Hope is tenacious. It goes on living and working when science has dealt it what should be its deathblow.
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,- When he beats his bars and would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings- I know why the caged bird sings!
I hope there is something worthy in my writings and not merely the novelty of a black face associated with the power to rhyme that has attracted attention.
With our short sight we affect to take a comprehensive view of eternity. Our horizon is the universe.
Freedom from mental distraction equals power. Body mind masters eventually come to the realization that this and every moment, on or off the field, is the moment of truth.
Most of my friends are women - I quite fancied being a woman in a way.
There is but one secret to success: never give up.
If you are wiling to do something that might not work, you are closer to being an artist.