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There will always be men struggling to change, and there will always be those who are controlled by the past.
Ernest J. Gaines (1933-)
That a man can change himself.... and master his own destiny is the conclusion of every mind who is wide-awake to the power of right thought." Written by Christian D. Larson (1866-1954)
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There will always be men struggling to change, and there will always be those who are controlled by the past.
Ernest J. Gaines (1933-)
Phenomenal Woman: Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size, but when I start to tell them, they think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms, the span of my hips, the stride of my step, the curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally, Phenomenal woman, that's me. I walk into a room, just as cool as you please, and to a man, the fellows stand or fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, a hive of honey bees. I say, it's the fire in my eyes, and the flash of my teeth, the swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman phenomenally. phenomenal woman, that's me. Men themselves have wondered what they see in me. They try so much but they can't touch my inner mystery. When I try to show them they say they still can't see. I say, it's in the arch of my back, the sun of my smile, the ride of my breasts, the grace of my style. I'm a woman phenomenally, phenomenal woman, that's me. Now you understand just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing it ought to make you proud. I say, it's in the click of my heels, the bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, the need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman phenomenally, phenomenal woman, that's me.
Mother to Son: Langston Hughes
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair. It's had tacks in it, and splinters and boards torn up, and places with no carpet on the floor bare. But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on, and reachin' landin's, and turnin' corners, and sometimes goin' in the dark where there ain't been no light. So, boy, don't you turn back. Don't you set down on the steps. 'Cause you finds it's kinder hard. Don't you fall now. For I'se still goin', honey, I'se still climbin', and life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
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