I Made Up My Mind To Keep

Every Heart Has Its Graveyard.

She Often Spoke To Falling Seeds And Said, "ah Hope You Fall On Soft Ground," Because She Had Heard Seeds Saying That To Each Other As They Passed. The Familiar People And Things Had Failed Her So She Hung Over The Gate And Looked Up The Road Towards Way Off. She Knew Now That Marriage Did Not Make Love. Janie's First Dream Was Dead, So She Became A Woman.

Affection Makes Your Spirit Slither Out From Its Concealing Spot.

It Would Be Against All Nature For All The Negroes To Be Either At The Bottom, Top, Or In Between. We Will Go Where The Internal Drive Carries Us Like Everybody Else. It Is Up To The Individual.

Trees And Plants Always Look Like The People They Live With, Somehow.