“The black colors of pain, highlight the white pearly sapphire rays of understanding and calm.”

She is the guardian of innocent souls.

She was fearless, she loved her darkness and basked in her light.

She wished she never knew him, but how would she learn the lesson if it wasn’t because of his filth.

It took her ages to understand that without respect there is no value or love.

How you make use of silence and uniqueness is the key to your rareness.

I deleted my words that had your darkness, instead my words with colors of power.

She never let the bruises of past become an obstacle in her growth and blooming.

She walked the path of dignity as she raised her standards.

I wish that he didn’t insult my loving the ones who wasn’t made from his ribs.

She valued herself to set boundaries without feeling guilty.

Live up to who you are, stop hiding behind excuses.

I transformed my focus and mind from pain and complains to creative conquests.

She, looked in the mirror and cried but didn’t let her soul to bleed, instead made bruises as roses.

He emptied her to fill his soul which had inifinte pores.

Take care of yourself, there is none like you.

She is a guardian of earth, which has bloomed with her sacrifices.

The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.

Aided and abetted by market forces and the laws of supply and demand, he hones his skill to stand up but make sure he’s never counted.

Music is the last true voice of the human spirit. It can go beyond language, beyond age, and beyond color straight to the mind and heart of all people.

People of color, particularly African Americans, feel the stigma more keenly. In a race-conscious society, some don’t want to be perceived as having yet another deficit.

With segregation, with the isolation of the injured and the robbed, comes the concentration of disadvantage.

Blueness doth express trueness.

But the color of a Negro’s skin makes him easily recognizable, makes him suspect, converts him into a defenseless target

Life is a metaphysical autumn, with time it changes the color of life and fall, but always has an aura of change and depth.