I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background........Beside the waters of the Hudson" I feel my race. Among the thousand white persons, I am a dark rock surged upon, and overswept, but through it all, I remain myself. When covered by the waters, I am; and the ebb but reveals me again." How It Feels to Be Colored Me

She didn't read books so she didn't know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop.

every heart has its graveyard.

She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.

The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.

Tain't no use in you cryin' . . . But folks is meant to cry 'bout somethin' or other. Better leave things de way dey is. Youse young yet. No tellin' whut mout happen befo' you die.

Gods always love the people who make 'em.