Oh To Be A Pear

I Belong To No Race Nor Time. I Am The Eternal Feminine With Its String Of Beads.

Some People Could Look At A Mud Puddle And See An Ocean With Ships.

It's No Use Of Talking Unless People Understand What You Say.

Folklore Is The Boiled-down Juice, Or Pot-likker, Of Human Living.

Light Came To Me When I Realized That I Did Not Have To Consider Any Racial Group As A Whole. God Made Them Duck By Duck And That Was The Only Way I Could See Them.