My Name Sounds French But That's Just

This May Be A Dream, But I'll Say It Anyway: I Was Supposed To Be Married Last Year, And I Bought A Gown. When I Meet Nelson Mandela, I Shall Put On This Gown And Have The Train Of It Removed And Put Aside, And Kiss The Ground That He Walks On And Then Kiss His Feet.

That Is Why We Fly From The Inner Void, Since God Might Steal Into It. It Is Not The Pursuit Of Pleasure And The Aversion For Effort Which Causes Sin, But Fear Of God. We Know That We Cannot See Him Face To Face Without Dying, And We Do Not Want To Die.

It's A New Dawn, It's A New Day...and I'm Feeling Good.

The Worst Thing About That Kind Of Prejudice... Is That While You Feel Hurt And Angry And All The Rest Of It, It Feeds You Self-doubt. You Start Thinking, Perhaps I Am Not Good Enough.

I Was Reared In The Church From The Age Of Three. I've Played Piano Since I Was Three. I Performed At Revivals And For My People Around North Carolina For Several Years. People Around Town Collected Money To Send Me To School.