Why do I write?
Not just to tell my story
But to to tell her story
His story
And our history
This is how we pass it down
We must realize our roots and grow
The great late Langston Hughs
Said his hands was on the the plow
And that plow was plowing freedom
Well, if that plow headed to freedom
I'm on that plow too
So I sit down and write
Planting seeds
For the youth
Hoping that the flowers from my garden bloom
I nourish their minds
Giving them the ability to plant roots
Hoping they become strong
To become a forest
To nourish the new youth that comes along
Than all of us can come together and sing along
To some old ***** Spiritual

"Free at last, free at last
I thank God I'm free at last
Free at last, free at last
I thank God I'm free at last"