I’ve never worried about my color. I never had the black thing. If the whole world was like this, maybe there would be more harmony and love. Maybe it is. I don’t have a problem with being black in a white country or being with my people.
Love is like a fart. If you have to force it, itøs probably crap.
My husband has quite simply been my strength and stay all these years, and I owe him a debt greater than he would ever claim.
Accepting your nose is the first step to self-love.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
My mom and dad didn’t love each other, so they were always fighting.
Why fall in love, when you can fall asleep
It may be that you can not buy love for money – but you can buy something similar to confusion.