I'm a descendant of someone bought and sold, and brought in 1619 in what was to become the United States.

When I want to think about what would be the right thing to do, the fair thing to do, the wise thing to do, I can just think of my grandmother. I can always hear her say, "Now sister, you know what's right. Just do right!"

Always in the black spirituals there's that promise that things are going to be better, by and by.

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.

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.

I get up in the morning, and I'm reluctant to turn on the television.

Make every effort to change things you do not like. If you cannot make a change, change the way you have been thinking. You might find a new solution.