“If you look at her she is plain and white, blink your eyes and look again, she is filled with every color of this universe embedded in simplicity.”

My soul transforms itself into a mode of good or bad in direct relation with the way you treat and value me.

To them, I have never mattered. They have always given priority to the money they earned, claiming it was to secure me.

I seek out the good but keep my senses on alert but then there are moments when all I want to do is drown in the sea.

I want to scream and cry until my lungs dry out the air that I breathe, maybe my death would be beneficial to them.

Darkness attracts me, it’s the only time, I can cry in peace.

As I pen these words, tears flow from my pained heart onto my trembling lips, and the soul seeks release from daily abuse.

She schools her heart and soul to let go of the pain that she feels or has ever felt or else it will never let her heal and grow.

I am a saviour, I let you see what is to be shown, I don’t let people walk all over me now.

I loved him greatly, only to be hurt and destroyed by the unstable feelings breathing within him.

She is the perfume that scents the environment she blooms in.

I thought he was my peace, but instead I became a piece, that resulted in my peace transforming into my poison.

I am not a duplicate multiple soul, rather a unique rare blooming nurturer, so never compare me with other precious souls.

She was his laughter, that filled the air passages with freedom of living, his creator of smiles.

She is a self critic but in a positive manner that doesn’t let the warrior within her get demotivated and sad.

I am a canvas, that I design with colors of identity to madness filled masterpiece of worthiness.

There are those, whose existence drains your life, so never let them rule you.

Many white people experience themselves as powerless, even in the face of privilege. But the fact is that we all have a sphere of influence, some domain in which we exercise some level of power and control.

There are only four things in all cleaners – whether it’s shampoo, laundry detergent, whatever.You buy them in bulk and you mix them up properly, and they all work. It doesn’t matter if they call the stuff ecologically friendly or have dolphins diving around on the label.

There are various ways to do it, but I believe the easiest is by training yourself in a neurological phenomenon called synesthesia, in which the brain makes unusual associations between things like sounds, colors and emotions.

Birds themselves are so interesting and intelligent, and they give so many cues without being verbal, so they say such great things.

Black History is enjoying the life of our ancestors who paved the way for every African-American.

Composing is like driving down a foggy road toward a house. Slowly you see more details of the house-the color of the slates and bricks, the shape of the windows. The notes are the bricks and the mortar of the house.

I’d only started noticing that something had gone wrong when I got a call from Naomi [Campbell], she called me and said, “You gotta do something about it, it’s really bad, they’re not using any models of color.”

Whether the color of your skin is black, white, yellow, brown or purple – the extent of this tragedy is so incredibly devastating that we had to do something.