Laws made by common consent must not be trampled on by individuals.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

Black women are the tall trees that remain standing in a forest after a fire. They carry themselves like royal oak trees; mighty. untouchable. From below, you can see our tight spirals and our limbs stretching. We have been hurt; our sweet sap coughing out of our mouths and oozing down from our eyes. They cut off our sprouting gardens on our heads. We are trampled down in deforestation?What about the little trees watching our mothers and fathers fall from grace? Is America listening? Why have you lied?

I think God made a woman to be strong and not to be trampled under the feet of men. I've always felt this way because my mother was a very strong woman without a husband.

For every moment of triumph for every instance of beauty many souls must be trampled.