I forgot how to throw a boomerang, but then it came back to me.
I hate it when they tell us how far we've came to be; as if our people's history started with slavery.
Some people learn from mistakes and don't repeat them, Others try to block the memories and just delete them. But I keep 'em as a reminder they're not killing me, And I thank God for teaching me humility. Son, remember when you fight to be free To see things how they are and not how you like em to be. Cause even when the world is falling on top of me, Pessimism is an emotion, not a philosophy. Knowing what's wrong doesn't imply that you right, And it's another when you suffer to apply it in life. But I'm no rookie. . . And I'm never gonna make the same mistake twice, pussy.
A pretty face can capture my attention but only a beautiful mind can hold it.
The purpose of life is a life with a purpose. So I’d rather die for a cause, than live a life that is worthless.
Tell 'em the truth and they call you a traitor, Talk to 'em honestly and they call you a hater.
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never, Because the dance with the devil might last you forever.
For our immediate family and relatives, Canada was a land of opportunity.
Being first lady is the hardest unpaid job in the world.
The Ripe FigNow that You live here in my chest,anywhere we sit is a mountaintop. And those other images,which have enchanted peoplelike porcelain dolls from China,which have made men and women weepfor centuries, even those have changed now. What used to be pain is a lovely benchwhere we can rest under the roses. A left hand has become a right. A dark wall, a window. A cushion in a shoe heel,the leader of the community!Now silence. What we sayis poison to someand nourishing to others. What we say is a ripe fig,but not every bird that flieseats figs.
since we must eat to live, we might as well do it with both grace and gusto.