“When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
Grow Into Your Greater Self.
My Skin Color is Not a Crime
In NYC 87% of people Stop and Frisked are Black and Latino
Silent March Against Police Brutality- June 17, 2012
Two Become One.
Born of Tears- An Egyptian Creation Story
The Color of Love