If Growing Up Is Painful

Whining Lets The Brute Know There's A Victim For Him In The Neighborhood!

Out Of The Huts Of History's Shame I Rise Up From A Past That's Rooted In Pain I Rise I'm A Black Ocean, Leaping And Wide, Welling And Swelling I Bear In The Tide. Leaving Behind Nights Of Terror And Fear I Rise Into A Daybreak That's Wondrously Clear I Rise Bringing The Gifts That My Ancestors Gave, I Am The Dream And The Hope Of The Slave. I Rise I Rise I Rise.

Always In The Black Spirituals There's That Promise That Things Are Going To Be Better, By And By.

A Woman In Harmony With Her Spirit Is Like A River Flowing. She Goes Where She Will Without Pretense And Arrives At Her Destination Prepared To Be Herself And Only Herself

At The End Of The Day People Won't Remember What You Said Or Did, They Will Remember How You Made Them Feel.