“What was freely given to me, I freely give.”

I find, even though it’s raining, I just go outside. I look outside and I’m just so blessed to see it and to experience it, because for such a long time I was just indoors.

Miscommunication leads to complication.

I am just beginning to be more comfortable with my identity.

A friend once said, and I found to be true,That everyday people, they lie to God too, So what makes you think, that they won’t lie to you.

Reality is easy. It’s deception that’s the hard work.

We don’t want people to have expectations of us, but then we have expectations of everybody else.

And deep in my heart. The answer, it was in me. And I made up my mind. To define my own destiny.

God teaches me about reality, so when he tells me to do something, I do, because I’m led to.

I had to confront my fears and master my every demonic thought about inferiority, insecurity, or the fear of being black, young, and gifted in this Western culture.

The only help I need to live, is unprofessional. The only wealth I have to give, is not material. And if you need much more than that, I’m not available.

Place your attention 6 inches above your crown. God is breathing in and out there.

Think black love, think universal love. Just think love.

I believe God will make a way.

I am no longer going to become a fictional character to please people. That’s too much work.

I get out, I get out of all your boxes.

I need to be surrounded by people as passionate and as dedicated as I am.

Tied up by my heartstrings, I can’t break free from feelings – the restraints too tight, the love too strong.

What does a caged bird know about freedom?

Don’t you get it? I’d live and die for you. You have my heart locked in prison. And yet you are my greatest source of freedom.

Broken wings may be grounded now, but they will taste freedom again.

I am tired of being tired. So I free the mind.

Run free little soul. You were never meant to be constrained.

I’m feeling the call of the feminine, the blessings of the moon falling on me, the chants of mother earth gettin’ me free.

I’ve said it a million times before and I’ll say it a million more I’d hate to be just like you all the damage you have done I’ve tried to undo I plan to set myself free from the branches of my family tree.