When I think of the Harlem Renaissance, I think of bright colors, and bold, dynamic art. African American artists of the period were, in large measure, breaking out of the constrictions white society had set for them. They were claiming… — 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
