Sitting alone, listening to the sound of your breath, the beating of your heart is a reminder that you are sacred and blessed.

You can accept or reject the way you are treated by other people, but until you heal the wounds of your past, you will continue to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex, but eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories, and make peace with them.

Everybody's got a 'thing.' Some 'things' are nice and quiet. Some 'things' have fangs and claws. Some 'things' stink and have slobber everywhere.

When you can look a thing dead in the eye, acknowledge that it exists, call it exactly what it is, and decide what role it will take in your life then, my Beloved, you have taken the first step toward your freedom.

WE [black women] HAVE ADAPTED TO A SOCIETY THAT DOES'NT HONOR US.

Some children do what they’re told to do; some children do what they’re told not to do; all children do what they’re parents have done.

The only thing that goes on in your life is what your allow to go on in your life