Mother's Life Flowed Radiant. Flourescent-tipped Waves On

There Is A Kind Of Strength That Is Almost Frightening In Black Women. It's As If A Steel Rod Runs Right Through The Head Down To The Feet.

History, Despite Its Wrenching Pain, Cannot Be Unlived, But If Faced With Courage, Need Not Be Lived Again.

You Want Me To Do Something... Tell Me I Can't Do It.

I Did What I Knew.. When I Knew Better, I Did Better

The Nice Thing About Hope Is That You Can Give It To Someone Else, Someone Who Needs It Even More Than You Do, And You Will Find You Have Not Given Yours Away At All.