This is not yet uhuru, We cannot yet sing liberdade, We have not yet tasted ominira...
We are black women We are more.
Freedom is like a skylark
women of colour run with a million dreams on their backs
we are the girl in the photograph and the girl on the ocean bed and the girl on the mountaintop
The struggles of Senghor are the struggles of Stokely, The troubles of Tubman are the troubles of Tambo
'I did not know how he would receive me; so I did what cowardice and false pride suggested was the best thing, - walked deliberately to him, took off my hat, and said, "Dr. Livingstone, I presume?"'
We learnt to dance to the beat of our hearts, Feet stamping steady to the constant concord of living,
...In order that wicked man, who is of this earth, May terrify no more.
Sometimes justice comes for those yet unborn, so that they never face the light...