I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name

... the histories of Blacks and Jews in bondage and out of bondage, have been blood histories pursued through our kindred searchings for self-determination. Let this blood be a stain of honor that we share. Let us not now become enemies to ourselves and to each other.

Like running trying to live a good life has to hurt a little bit, or we're not running hard enough, not really trying.

If you are free, you are not predictable and you are not controllable.

We survive our love because we go on loving.

and if i if i ever let love go because the hatred and the whisperings become a phantom dictate i o- bey in lieu of impulse and realities (the blossoming flamingos of my wild mimosa trees) then let love freeze me out. (from i must become a menace to my enemies)

I believe that love is the single, true prosperity of any moment.