The Enemy Is Not Men. The Enemy

At Some Point In Life, The World's Beauty Becomes Enough.

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

From My Point Of View, Your Life Is Already A Miracle Of Chance Waiting For You To Shape Its Destiny.

I Really Think The Range Of Emotions And Perceptions I Have Had Access To As A Black Person And As A Female Person Are Greater Than Those Of People Who Are Neither.... So It Seems To Me That My World Did Not Shrink Because I Was A Black Female Writer. It Just Got Bigger.

A Man Ain't Nothing But A Man. But A Son? Well, Now, That's Somebody.