My grandmothers are full of memories, smelling of soap and onions and wet clay, with veins rolling roughly over quick hands, they have many clean words to say, my grandmothers were strong. — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
My grandmothers are full of memories, smelling of soap and onions and wet clay, with veins rolling roughly over quick hands, they have many… — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
“it's what makes you grow up to have younguns and be a sho-nuff mammy all your own ... . A man ain't but trouble,… — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories. — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
When I was about eight, I decided that the most wonderful thing, next to a human being, was a book. — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
You is born lucky, and it's better to be born lucky than born rich, cause if you is lucky you can git rich, but… — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
Only ways you can keep folks hating is to keep them apart and separated from each other. — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
Her voice is thin and her moan is high, And her cackling laugh or her barking cold Bring terror to the young and old.… — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
I do not believe that hating any man solves the problem of race or any other problem. ... I firmly believe that hatred, like… — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
When and where will another come to take your holy place? Old man mumbling in his dotage, or crying child, unborn? — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
I want my careless song to strike no minor key; no fiend to stand between my body's Southern song - the fusion of the… — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
I have always secretly felt that what mankind should be in an ideal sense is that mixture of people and races. I really believe… — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
The Word of fire burns today On the lips of our prophets in an evil age. — Margaret Walker Copy Share Image
