When I Began To Read, I Began

We All Think We're Different, But When It Comes Around, We End Up Needing The Same Things. Somebody To Love Us. Somebody To Respect Us.

Each Generation Seems To Invent Its Own Reasons For War.

Within The Black Community, Roughly 60 Percent Of Children Are Born To Single Moms. Moms Don't Have The Emotional Wherewithal To Deal With Their Children. Their English Is Atrocious. Their Speaking Is Atrocious. The Dropout Rate Is Horrendous.

Violence Was Just As Much About What Was Happening As It Was How It Happened.

Sometimes When Things Get Hard, We Tend To Set Our Sights On What's Hard, That Difficult Thing That Keeps Us Upset, And We Turn Our Back On Our Strengths.