Where the soul of the black man is pure as the white,
Out where the spirit, through sorrow made wise,
No longer resorts to deception and lies,
Out where the flesh can no longer control
The freedom and faith of the God-given soul
Who shall determine what change shall befall . . .
Blah and Blah and Blah and Blah?
─ The Chemistry of Character by Elizabeth Dorney
You're right, I shouldn't.
