And this is for Colored girls who have considered suicide, but are moving to the ends of their own rainbows.

i usedta live in the world really be in the world free & sweet talkin good mornin & thank-you & nice day uh huh i cant now i cant be nice to nobody nice is such a rip-off regular beauty & a smile in the street is just a set-up

Our society allows people to be absolutely neurotic and totally out of touch with their feelings and everyone else's feelings, and yet be very respectable.

And this is for Colored girls who have considered suicide, but are moving to the ends of their own rainbows.

in our ordinaryness we are most bizarre.

The slaves who were ourselves had known terror intimately, confused sunrise with pain, & accepted indifference as kindness.

somebody/ anybody sing a black girl's song bring her out to know herself to know you but sing her rhythms carin/ struggle/ hard times sing her song of life she's been dead so long closed in silence so long she doesn't know the sound of her own voice her infinite beauty she's half-notes scattered without rhythm/ no tune sing her sighs sing the song of her possibilities sing a righteous gospel let her be born let her be born & handled warmly.