The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life.
If anybody had a reason to become a delinquent, to become a criminal, to be angry at the man, to be angry at the white man, to be angry at America, it's my dad, but he did not feel that way at all.
Only truthful hands write true poems. I cannot see any basic difference between a handshake and a poem.