Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela might be measured in part by the profound and unique gestures made by people in different countries to honor his life upon learning of his death.
ABERJHANIThe thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side dance to the drums of the rose of joy.
More Aberjhani Quotes
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When a reader enters the pages of a book of poetry, he or she enters a world where dreams transform the past into knowledge
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The issue, perhaps, boils down to one of how perceptions or misperceptions of racial difference impact various ‘individuals’, or groups of ‘individuals’
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Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.
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Dare to love yourself
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We can cry for years but sometimes gotta smile too.
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The best of humanity’s recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance.
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What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.
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The death of a dream can in fact serve as the vehicle that endows it with new form, with reinvigorated substance, a fresh flow of ideas, and splendidly revitalized color.
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Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer
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This world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.
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Know yourself fearlessly (even quietly) for all the things you are.
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Mainstream medias representation, or its guerrilla decontextualization, of black mens lives in particular can set the stage for erroneous assumptions capable of damaging an individual or a nation.
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Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream was not indicators of weakness but gifts of significant strength.
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Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.
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Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.
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