... my mother adorned with flowers whatever shabby house we were forced to live in.

The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don't have any.

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.

Some colored people so scared of whitefolks they claim to love the cotton gin.

Whoever you are, whatever you are, start with that, whether salt of the earth or only white sugar.

Writing about people helps us to understand them, and understanding them helps us to accept them as part of ourselves.

You die - and this is why manmade religions don't work for so many of us. The notion that you're dead and that's the end, and they even try to contain you in coffins. They make them out of steel and stuff. But really, your journey - for all you know - is just beginning. For all I know, what you see now is just a tiny little seed. So, I may blossom into an entire - I don't know - something in the sky. Who knows where we're going?