“I always thought I should be treated like a star.”

No matter who you are, no matter what you did, no matter where you’ve come from, you can always change, become a better version of yourself.

Everyone probably thinks that I’m a raving nymphomaniac, that I have an insatiable sexual appetite when the truth is I’d rather read a book.

If you’re afraid to die you won’t be able to live.

A lot of people are afraid to say what they want. That’s why they don’t get what they want.

Family is everything. Family comes first. It’s not what I expected it to be, but nothing ever is.

I am because we are. We all bleed the same color. We all want to love and be loved.

I’ve been popular and unpopular successful and unsuccessful loved and loathed and I know how meaningless it all is. Therefore I feel free to take whatever risks I want.

Everyone is entitled to my opinion

Pray with me in the temple of pride.

I stand for freedom of expression, doing what you believe in, and going after your dreams.

There is no me without you! Losing you was the catalyst for everything.

This is who I am like it or not

I’ve always fantasized about wedding gowns. And it’s not because of marriage.

When we speak we create.

Embrace your imperfections!

Power is being told you’re not loved and not being destroyed by it.

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n, and strikes The Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light.

The shadow of a mighty Negro past flits through the tale of Ethiopia the shadowy and of the Egypt the Sphinx. Throughout history, the powers of single blacks flash here and there like falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly gauged their brightness.