The Haitian People Are Gentle And Lovable

Slogans Can Be Worse Than Swords If They Are Only Put In The Right Mouths.

Someone Is Always At My Elbow Reminding Me That I Am The Granddaughter Of Slaves. It Fails To Register Depression With Me.

Janie Saw Her Life Like A Great Tree In Leaf With The Things Suffered, Things Enjoyed, Things Done And Undone. Dawn And Doom Was In The Branches

I Have Been In Sorrow's Kitchen And Licked Out All The Pots. Then I Have Stood On The Peaky Mountain Wrapped In Rainbows, With A Harp And Sword In My Hands.

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