Don't Go Taking That Gospel Stuff Seriously.

I Think I Would Have Died If There Hadn't Been The Women's Movement. It Gave Me A Vision That I Could Do Something Different, And It Gave Me An Understanding That I Wasn't A Monster, Or Sport, Or A Betrayer Of My Family.

My Heart Broke All Over Again. I Wanted My Life Back, My Mama, But I Knew I Would Never Have That. The Child I Had Been Was Gone With The Child She Had Been. We Were New People, And We Didn't Know Each Other Anymore. I Shook My Head Desperately.

Don't Go Taking That Gospel Stuff Seriously. It's Nice To Clean You Out Now And Then, But It Ain't For Real. It's Like Bad Whiskey. Run Through You Fast And Leave You With Pain.

Two Or Three Things I Know For Sure, And One Of Them Is That If We Are Not Beautiful To Each Other, We Cannot Know Beauty In Any Form.

One Of The Strengths I Derive From My Class Background Is That I Am Accustomed To Contempt.