Compliments land assoft and gentle on my earsas a butterfly.

Music is my enchanter, the seducer of my emotions, the fire and ice that moves me.

I survive on moments of make-believe happiness.

Imagine fantasy and pretend as neither fantastical nor pretended.....and then believe it.

Family gathersto share good noise and good food.Gratitude abounds.

It is an incapacitating emotion one feels upon hearing the whispered words "I still love you" after deeply hurting that soul. Forgiveness isn't weakness.It is power.

Reality is a background so painted over by our own perceptions that every eye sees the world differently.

Theories look great on paper until reality scribbles all over the page.

Dreams become reality once the dreamer goes beyond imagining and acts them out.

I can and will improve the world.I will smile, show kindness, and be grateful.I refuse to be unhappy.

Giddy is a grin and giggles and that glint of goofiness in your gaze.

He is not the leader of great causes, but the broker of little ones.

I will survive!

The worst thing about that kind of prejudice... is that while you feel hurt and angry and all the rest of it, it feeds you self-doubt. You start thinking, perhaps I am not good enough.

Black women are supposed to be 'strong,' but the burden of carrying our race and carrying our families adds the pressure.

Moses lifting up his wand, and dividing the Red Sea, and Pharaoh in his chariot overwhelmed with the waters. This motto: "Rebellion to tyrants is obedience to God."

The crabby little girls of today are the crabby old women of tomorrow!

I'm an honest hoe, and all my hoes is honest.

People tell me to smile, I tell them the lack of emotion on my face doesn't mean I'm unhappy.

Men have marble, women waxen, minds.

The idea of who my father is to me is very different than who he is to you, or to the rest of the world.