I have lived those lines and I know that if I had not been apprehended I would have slit some white throats.

The myth of the strong black woman is the other side of the coin of the myth of the beautiful dumb blonde.

Everybody changes, not just me.

I have lived those lines and I know that if I had not been apprehended I would have slit some white throats.

But it is not that easy, is it? I seek a lasting relationship, something permanent in a world of change, in which all is transitory, ephemeral, and full of pain.

Too much agreement kills a chat.

We shall have our manhood. We shall have it or the earth will be leveled by our attempts to gain it.