Kindle Notes & Highlights
woman of light, laughter, language
Every book I’ve ever written has found its way to its paper surface by way of the breath of the dead and the hands of the living.
through your lens the present and the future merge.
you proved what we already knew: Black women are born to fly.
years of love remain my lighthouse.
This time she wants what she was once sent for left whole, just as it was pulled from the sea, everything born to it still in place. Not a girl any longer, she is capable of her own knife-work now. She understands sharpness & duty. She knows what a blade can reveal & destroy. She has come to use life’s points and edges to uncover life’s treasures. She would rather be the one deciding what she keeps and what she throws away.
People always say that I didn’t give up my seat because I was tired, but that isn’t true. I was not tired physically, or no more tired than I usually was at the end of a working day. No—the only thing I was—was tired of giving in. —ROSA PARKS
marking everything; in time, everything will come together.
