“Shame bleeds through generation to generation. That is not the legacy I wish for you.”

Next time they are cruel to you, listen carefully, and if you listen you will hear their pain and just like that see their heart.

You’re too powerful to be a slave of acceptance.

I refuse to be ashamed of the fact that my body does bleed each month; it is why we are all here.

You’re too powerful to be a slave of acceptance.

If you don’t set your spirit free now then when will you find your wild.

And one day I hope your path leads you to a place where you love yourself as much as I love you.

Their compliments should not define you and nor should their criticism break you.

There is a fire raging inside you; do not allow anyone to extinguish it. And so on these nights when you think you are broken, remember the flame, and feel it burn.

There is a world up ahead where people are not targeted for beliefs or bodies, where peace isn’t a fantasy but reality. Build the world you hope your children will see.

I had all of the love in the world but I could not see it. We are blind when we don’t know how to love the very bones and blood that make us.

Be the light that floods the wounds of people lost in their own darkness.

If you don’t set your spirit free now then when will you find your wild.

Missing you is the cruelest thing I could do to my heart, and maybe that’s why I do it: its easier to hurt myself than love myself.

We all have a voice. If you take a stand, you could be changing someones life.

Never allow any soul to clips your wings, you were born an ember. You were born a flame.

There is a world up ahead where people are not targeted for beliefs or bodies, where peace isn’t a fantasy but reality. Build the world you hope your children will see.

Family is not who’s blood is in you, is who you love and who loves you.

The heart has no tears to give,–it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

Do you love your idea? Does it feel right on instinct? Are you willing to bleed for it?

Misery doesn’t love just any company it desires the kind presence only loneliness feeds but that’s not love at all. – love doesn’t eat it bleeds.

I woke up with the warrior in my blood.

It’s in my genes. My mother was an opera singer. I’m clearly dramatic.

Negro blood is sure powerful, because just one drop of black blood makes a colored man. One drop–you are a Negro! . . . Black is powerful.

I am quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood. I had, as I now think vainly, flattered myself that without very much bloodshed it might be done.