I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul$$$ nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all. I do not belong to the sobbing school of Negrohood who hold that nature somehow has given them a lowdown dirty deal and whose f

I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul$$$ nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all. I do not belong to the sobbing school of Negrohood who hold that nature somehow has given them a lowdown dirty deal and whose feelings are all hurt about it. Even in the helter-skelter skirmish that is my life$$$ I have seen that the world is to the strong regardless of a little pigmentation$$$ more or less. No$$$ I do not weep at the world. I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.