I couldn't adjust to the racism in Florida.
I set my star so high that I would constantly be in motion toward it.
My father was a tomato farmer. There is the phrase that says he or she worked their fingers to the bone, well, that's my dad. And he was a very good man.
I think the way I want to think. I live the way I want to live.
There is not racial or ethnic domination of hopelessness. It's everywhere.
I was born two months early, and everyone had given up on me. But my mother insisted on my life.