What looks like crazy on an ordinary day looks looks a lot like love if you catch it in the moonlight.

We danced too wild, and we sang too long, and we hugged too hard, and we kissed too sweet, and howled just as loud as we wanted to howl, because by now we were all old enough to know that what looks like crazy on an ordinary day looks a lot like love if you catch it in the moonlight.

Feminism is to sexism what black nationalism is to racism; the most rational response to the problem.

old habits are hard to break, but not impossible!

As African-Americans, we often spend our time and energy blaming other people for the problems we see around us.

It is a dangerous time to be a black woman in America. It’s a time when we are not safe in the streets or at home or at school or at work and nobody seems to be able to do anything about it. Nobody. Not us. Not our mommas. Not the police. Not the people we elected to look out for our interests. Nobody. We’re just out here. (p.53)

But it is the fear, not the writing that defeats me. Everything is not a masterpiece.