Later on he lived with his mother and his father for a short period and he did not like either of them. ... The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. ... Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people. ... Just like how African Americans were never given a voice, or rights, they were counted as worthless and always looked down at. ... "I tried to write poems like the song they sang on Seventh Street (these songs had the pulses beat of the people who keep on going" An example of this is his poem "Harlem Sweeties" the sound and tone as the poem is being read has...

• Word Count: 934
• Approx Pages: 4
• Has Bibliography
• Grade Level: High School