Glory Falls Around Us As We Sob

If We Lose Love And Self Respect For Each Other, This Is How We Finally Die.

The Thing To Do, It Seems To Me, Is To Prepare Yourself So You Can Be A Rainbow In Somebody Else's Cloud. Somebody Who May Not Look Like You. May Not Call God The Same Name You Call God - If They Call God At All. I May Not Dance Your Dances Or Speak Your Language. But Be A Blessing To Somebody. That's What I Think.

I Am The Dream And The Hope Of The Slave

My Mother Raised Me, And Then Freed Me.

I Note The Obvious Differences Between Each Sort And Type, But We Are More Alike, My Friends, Than We Are Unalike.