The moment I defend I am colored woman , is the moment that I have colored my defense.

There is a price to pay for sin, and the sin is overpriced for the consequences in which it cost.

I've witness the atrocity of my own crazy without God. Therefore when folk say I'm crazy, I'm sadden for them. Surely that same crazy is preventing them from knowing God.

The simplicity of being my own woman, is that when I share my story it opens up the door for you to share your story.

The more and more I allow the breath of God to live me, word me, move me, walk me, and comfort me. The less and less I cater to me, desire me, judge me, flaunt me, control me, and follow me.

The same ugly outside of someone else, is the first ugly that started inside of self.