The real revolution is always concerned with the least glamorous stuff. With raising a reading level from second grade to third. With simplifying history and writing it down (or reciting it) for the o...
The endis comingyesterdayit washere too.
I make myself wood. I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That’s how come I know trees fear man.
Hard times require furious dancing. Each of us is proof.
Don't look like nothing, she say. It ain't a picture show. It ain't something you can look at apart from anything else, including yourself. I believe God is everything, say Shug. Everything that is or...
Propaganda is amazing. People can be led to believe anything.
There was no sympathy for struggle that ended in defeat. Which meant there was no sympathy for struggle itself—only for winning.
Why do tired people sing?
We do it because we care. We care that Vincent Van Gogh mutilated his ear. We care that behind a pile of manure in the yard he destroyed his life. We care that Scott Joplin's music lives! We care beca...
Tashi dice que quiere enfrentarse al pelotón de fusilamiento vestida de rojo. Le recuerdo que su sentencia está siendo apelada. También cabe la esperanza de que los Estados Unidos hagan valer la ciuda...
But it ain't easy, trying to do without God even if you know he ain't there, trying to do without him is a strain
In South Korea, they believe that when you turn 60, you've become a baby again and the rest of your life should be totally about joy and happiness, and people should leave you alone, and I just think...
I have learned not to worry about love but to honor its coming with all my heart.
But I don't know how to fight. All I know how to do is stay alive.
My mother was very strong. Once, she picked up a coconut and smashed it against my father's head. It taught me about women defending themselves and not collapsing in a heap.
The more I wonder, the more I love.
I dead parting from them because in the short time we've been together they've been like family to me. Like family might have been, I mean.
Everything want to be loved.
Anyhow, I say, the God I been praying and writing to is a man. And act just like all the other mens I know. Trifling, forgitful, and lowdown.
For me, I used to be shy towards journalism because it wasn't poetry. And then I realized that the events that I covered in essays that became journalism were actually great because they inspired me,...