Nobody Loved Her And She Wouldn’t Have

Your Life Is Already Artful-waiting, Just Waiting, For You To Make It Art.

Definitions Belong To The Definers, Not The Defined.

Beloved, You Are My Sister, You Are My Daughter, You Are My Face; You Are Me.

Well, Feel This, Why Don't You? Feel How It Feels To Have A Bed To Sleep In And Somebody There Not Worrying You To Death About What You Got To Do Each Day To Deserve It. Feel How That Feels. And If That Don't Get It, Feel How It Feels To Be A Colored Woman Roaming The Roads With Anything God Made Liable To Jump On You. Feel That.

What Difference Do It Make If The Thing You Scared Of Is Real Or Not?