If you have only one smile in you give it to the people you love.

But from a distance. I would have left you whole and wholly for the delectation of those who wanted more and cared less.

The Black female is assaulted in her tender years by all those common forces of nature at the same time she is caught in the tripartite crossfire of masculine prejudice, white illogical hate and Black lack of power.

If I could give you one thought, it would be to lift someone up. Lift a stranger up--lift her up. I would ask you, mother and father, brother and sister, lovers, mother and daughter, father and son, lift someone. The very idea of lifting someone up will lift you, as well.

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.

Christians already? It seems to me that it takes a lifetime of work.

Listen to some good poetry. You see? It keeps us from thinking we are only what our blatant appetites describe us as.