In one sense, the stories I read betrayed me. Too few gave me back my mirror image. Fewer still spoke to, or acknowledged, the existence of the problems I faced as a black foster child from a dysfunctional and badly… — Nikki Grimes Copy Share Image
Look around. Take the tour. Fear hangs on the wall and shame sometimes. Emotional dislocation too. But I am brave in my admission. Are you? When no one is looking, I check to see if anyone seems as scared as me, or lonely, or shy, or insecure. Is it just me? I'm not so sure. Is your heart an onion… — Nikki Grimes Copy Share
Something about your life always makes its way into your stories. That's just the nature of the beast. — Nikki Grimes Copy Share Image
“Jealousy is a waste of energy...focus on what I have, not what I don't.” — Nikki Grimes Copy Share Image
“The foster home they were leaving was no place to be. The mother, Mrs. Boone, slapped Paris around every time her real daughter did something that called for punishment…After each beating, the daughter, Lisa, would swear she had no clue how her mama got the mistaken notion that Paris was the one who'd smashed a favorite vase, or stained the… — Nikki Grimes Copy Share
“He'll never do it again,' she swears, but he will because she'll let him. Now me? I've got no use for imitation love that… — Nikki Grimes Copy Share Image
“So don't tell me that I can't fit in. My heart beats like a talking drum.” — Nikki Grimes Copy Share Image
In one sense, the stories I read betrayed me. Too few gave me back my mirror image. Fewer still spoke to, or acknowledged, the… — Nikki Grimes Copy Share Image
“You laugh, rap my woody shell with wicked whispers shaped like knuckles, then toss me aside. Lucky for me, I don't bruise easily. Besides,… — Nikki Grimes Copy Share Image
