At the end of the day people won't remember what you said or did, they will remember how you made them feel.
You think you may not be heard. Speak anyway.
Look for the beauty in things.
At fifteen life had taught me undeniably that surrender, in its place, was as honorable as resistance, especially if one had no choice.
We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.
Black people comprehend the South. We understand its weight. It has rested on our backs... I knew that my heart would break if ever I put my foot down on that soil, moist, still, with old hurts. I had to face the fear/loathing at its source or it would consume me whole.