“It is the mind that makes the body.”

What we give to the poor, we lend to the Lord.

We do as much, we eat as much, we want as much.

Christ came from God and a woman. Man had nothing to do with him.

Christ came from God and a woman. Man had nothing to do with him.

Christ came from God and a woman. Man had nothing to do with him.

This is beautiful indeed; the colored people have given this to the head of the government, and that government once sanctioned laws that would not permit its people to learn enough to enable them to read this book.

Where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter.

I feel safe even in the midst of my enemies; for the truth is powerful and will prevail.

The Spirit calls me, and I must go.

If women want any rights more than they’s got, why don’t they just take them, and not be talking about it?

I am glad to see that men are getting their rights, but I want women to get theirs, and while the water is stirring, I will step into the pool.

And ar’n’t I a woman?

Those are the same stars, and that is the same moon, that look down upon your brothers and sisters, and which they see as they look up to them, though they are ever so far away from us, and each other.

Then I will speak upon the ashes.

Then that little man in black there, he says women can’t have as much rights as men, ’cause Christ wasn’t a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

Truth is powerful and it prevails.

They called me a lost cause but I’m not the boy I once was I’ve paid full price for each mistake now I know, how much this body can take.

My pent-up passion seeped out like gas from a leaky stove, your touch was the spark I needed to set my body on fire.

I have emptied myself of a heavy burden today lifted it out of my body and placed it down its not the end but it’s a beginning.

Longing made a home in my body.

Her face was art and her body was poetry in a short black dress.

Through poems, I speak the language of my soul and the emotions of my body onto paper.

There’s beauty in the imperfections of what we do and our value’s so much more than being a size two.

Souls are more than their bodies and bodies are more than their shapes.