Tea Cake, The Son Of The Evening

It Was Not Death She Feared. It Was Misunderstanding.

God Took Pattern After A Pine Tree And Built You Noble.

Someone Is Always At My Elbow Reminding Me That I Am The Grand-daughter Of Slaves. It Fails To Register Depression With Me. Slaver Y Is Sixty Years In The Past. The Operation Was Successful And The Patient Is Doing Well, Thank You. The Terrible Struggle That Made Me An American Out Of A Potential Slave Said "on The Line!" The Reconstruction Said "go!" I Am Off To A Flying Start And I Must Not Halt In The Stretch To Look Behind And Weep.

I Feel Most Colored When I Am Thrown Against A Sharp White Background.

Distance Is The Only Cure For Certain Diseases.