I am particularly conscious of my connection to the poets of the Harlem Renaissance because I, too, am a Black poet, born… — Nikki Grimes Copy Share Image
When I think of the Harlem Renaissance, I think of bright colors, and bold, dynamic art. African American artists of the period… — 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… — Nikki Grimes Copy Share Image
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… — Nikki Grimes Copy Share Image
“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
