Quotes About Identity

i am more/ than i am not/

anyway, the whole world knows, european & non-european alike, the whole world knows that nobody loves the black woman like they love farrah fawcett-majors. the whole world dont turn out for a dead black woman like they did for marilyn monroe. (actually, the demise of josephine baker waz an international event, but she waz also a war hero)

i usedta live in the world then i moved to HARLEM & my universe is now six blocks

A child had a right to be a child. Even in Mississippi a girl was a girl till her time came. White folks or no white folks. Nobody sent a little ol' thing out to take up for the whole damn race.

The pedicure Regina executed herself. She wanted Betsey to feel relaxed and cared about. The way all little Negro girls should feel. Not cramped or out of place, or funny-looking or easy. Just lovely and well-loved.

Maybe Jane was right. Maybe he was wrong to have filled her head with tales of Bessie Smith and Josephine Baker, let alone take her to see Jackie Wilson, Etta James, Tina Turner and the Ikettes. Maybe it wasn't right to wake up to Chico Hamilton, Lee Morgan, Charlie Parker, and Art Blakey in the morning. Watch the sunset with Miles Davis, Cecil Taylor, and Little Willie John. But Greer didn't know what else to offer that was beautiful and colored and alive, all at the same time.

Jane didn't miss white folks, she didn't like white folks, she tried not to think about them. She kept her world as colored as she could. There was enough of it. From Langston Hughes to Sojourner Truth, her children's worlds were hardly deprived

somebody/ anybody sing a black girl's song bring her out to know herself to know you but sing her rhythms carin/ struggle/ hard times sing her song of life she's been dead so long closed in silence so long she doesn't know the sound of her own voice her infinite beauty she's half-notes scattered without rhythm/ no tune sing her sighs sing the song of her possibilities sing a righteous gospel let her be born let her be born & handled warmly.

Through my tears I found god in myself and I loved her fiercely

Ever since I realized there waz someone callt/ a colored girl an evil woman a bitch or a nag/ i been tryin not to be that & leave bitterness/ in somebody else's cup...

And this is for Colored girls who have considered suicide, but are moving to the ends of their own rainbows.

i am really colored & really sad sometimes & you hurt me more than i ever danced outta/ i am ready to die like a lily in the desert/ & i cdnt let you in on it cuz i didnt know/ here is what i have/ poems/ big thighs/ lil tits/ & so much love/ will you take it from me this one time/ please this is for you

i got 15 trumpets where other women got hips & a upright bass for both sides of my heart

i found god in myself & i loved her/ i loved her fiercely

Being alive and being a woman is all I got but being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I haven't conquered yet

My life burned inside me. Even such as it was, it was the only record of me, and it was my only creation, and something in me would not accept that it was insignificant.

What makes a woman into a doormat? What makes her see some quite ordinary other person as a looming Goliath? And are not these relationships such an outrage to reality that they cannot last a lifetime?

They're fathers second, Jimmy said. They're men first.

I have tried my best to keep my country alive by writing about it.

She wondered then if she had ever been on the right track. She had been reticent all her life, because it turned out that her opinions were different from what others expected. 'That proves either that I am an exceptional idiot, or the reverse.

You are a question to yourself. You've become a question to all those who meet you, those who know you (...). You doubt, at times, if you exist outside your own thoughts, outside your own head.

You can leave Hong Kong, but it will never leave you.

Bir silgi gibi tükendim ben Ba?kalar?n?n yapt?klar?n? silmeye çal??t?m Mürekkeple yazm??lar oysa.. Ben kur?unkalem silgisiydim Azald???mla kald?m..

Evde oturmaya o kadar al??m???m ki sanki evden ç?k?nca gerçek bir dünyada ya?am?yorum.Evin d???nda her yer sanki ayn?,sanki bütün insanlar birbirine benziyor.Ne ac?kl? de?il mi?