All My Skinfolk Ain't Kinfolk.

I Am The Kind Of A Woman That Likes To Move On Mentally From Point To Point, And I Like For My Man To Be There Way Ahead Of Me. Then If He Is Strong And Honest, It Goes On From There. Good Looks Are Not Essential, Just Extra Added Attraction.

Some People Could Look At A Mud Puddle And See An Ocean With Ships.

Bitterness Is The Coward's Revenge On The World For Having Been Hurt.

There Is Something About Poverty That Smells Like Death. Dead Dreams Dropping Off The Heart Like Leaves In A Dry Season And Rotting Around The Feet; Impulses Smothered Too Long In The Fetid Air Of Underground Caves. The Soul Lives In Sickly Air. People Can Be Slaveships In Shoes.

Look Lak She Been Livin' Through Uh Hundred Years In January Without One Day Of Spring.