“My job is to be the constructive awakener of the black masses of the world so them know themself and others know what black people suppose to be and where.”

It can be beautiful, if you just be yourself.

I am good. I live good. I think good. I don’t have to feel good to be good, I take my goodness wherever I go.

I’m on my way to happiness, where I can find some peace and rest.

Reggae must be lived, not played. It is a lifebeat everytime.

It is only the truth that can make a man free, it is only the truth that can make a man live.

I am not a politician. I only suffer the consequences.

My songs is hard stuff which politicians don’t want on them radio station because they still want people to live in ignorancy.

I mean the flesh, never fade! The flesh never leave the creation, see, because with that divine spirit the flesh cannot fade. If the spirit is weak then the flesh fade, seen?

My earthly parents don’t know my potential or my divine qualities. They weren’t taught how to diagnose or be aware of such things.

Me is what them call illegitimate, that mean say me is a criminal, bomba rassclaat! That’s why me go write a song called ‘Illegitimate Children.’ It took me years to find out I was one.

People go to school and get educated, but most people who go to school and become a graduate in eduation still don’t know what the word ‘education’ means. ‘Educo’ means to bring out.

I was taught that Jesus the Son of God was a white man, and hearing black people singing, ‘Lord, wash me, and I will be whiter than snow,’ made me sick.

Soon the earth will tilt on its axis and begin to dance to the reggae beat to the accompaniment of earthquake.

I’ve got to pick myself up Dust myself off And start all over again.

People are beginning to recognize reggae music, and know it’s a very powerful music, and researchers have been researching and coming up with reports that it’s a great music, a healing music.

When I go to other planet, I must adjust myself there, too.

Throwing on a black dress with black tights, cute booties, a great coat and throw a scarf over it. I think simple accessories and, if you want to make a pop, a great red lip.

You know, I’ve never believed, in anything, that you had to have role models who looked like you to do something. If I’d been waiting for a black, female, soviet specialist role model, I’d be still waiting.

I need beaches, and blackness, and moonlit nakedness.

I’m the little half-black, half-Jewish girl who was odd and awkward. I try to be myself.

Only the foolish, blinded by language’s conventions, think of fire as red or gold. Fire is blue at it’s melancholy rim, green in it’s envious heart. It may burn white, or even, in it’s greatest rages, black.

Which is probably the reason why I work exclusively in black and white to highlight that contrast.

What seems to me white, I will believe black if the hierarchical Church so defines.

I do remember being teased by my cousins on my mom’s side for not being black enough. And then I’d spend the summer with my dad and be sent to all white summer camps where I was ‘that black girl.’