I was surprise to see the world didn't stop just cause my boy did.

All I'm saying is, kindness don't have no boundaries.

I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.

I grew up in the 1970s, but I don't think a whole lot had changed from the '60s. Oh, it had changed in the law books - but not in the kitchens of white homes.

She's wearing a tight red sweater and a red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker.

She already got the blue dress on I ironed this morning, the one with sixty-five pleats on the waist, so tiny I got to squint through my glasses to iron. I don’t hate much in life, but me and that dress is not on good terms.

Cause everbody care. Black, white, deep down we all do.