Death Is A Slave's Freedom.

My Dream Is A Red Dress Above My Knees High-heel Red Sandals And Me Coming Over The Top The Music Booming Hi Howie I Will Say With A Lovely Smile I Don't Want To Play The Game I Want To Be It.

It Is Not Who You Attend School With But Who Controls The School You Attend.

We All Have Our Muses. My Grandmother And My Mother Are The People I Write For. I'll Never Have To Worry About Who Buys My Work, Or Who Likes It, And Who Doesn't. The People Who I Want To Be Proud Of Me Already Are.

If I Could Come Back As Anything - I'd Be A Bird, First, But Definitely The Command Key Is My Second Choice.

What's The Difference Between Dragging A Black Man Behind A Truck In Jasper, Texas, And Beating A White Boy To Death In Wyoming Because He's Gay?