In Our Ordinaryness We Are Most Bizarre.

I've Never Thought Of Leaving The South, Never.

I Found God In Myself And I Loved Her I Loved Her Fiercely

The Slaves Who Were Ourselves Had Known Terror Intimately, Confused Sunrise With Pain, & Accepted Indifference As Kindness.

Being Alive And Being A Woman Is All I Got, But Being Colored Is A Metaphysical Dilemma I Haven't Conquered Yet.

Our Dreams Draw Blood From Old Sores.