We are not our brother’s keeper we are our brother and we are our sister. We must look past complexion and see community.

I couldn't tell fact from fiction, Or if the dream was true My only sure prediction In this world was you. I'd touch your features inchly. Beard love and dared the cost, The sented spiel reeled me unreal And I found my senses lost.

We need to not be in denial about what we've done, what we've come through. It will help us if we all do that.

Women been gittin' pregnant ever since Eve ate that apple.

Hold those things that tell your history and protect them. During slavery, who was able to read or write or keep anything? The ability to have somebody to tell your story to is so important. It says: 'I was here. I may be sold tomorrow. But you know I was here.'

Only equals make friends, every other relationship is contrived and off balance.

Continue to plant a kiss of concern on the cheek of the sick and the aged and infirm and count that actions as natural and to be expected.