More Than a Fact;A Truth

those who hope for hope-after an eternity-are entiled to do so only if they have measured that which has the power to absure hope only if they have lived in the shadow of utter denial after time a weariness like molten lead begins to settle in the veins and the brain a germ of hope stays alive in your heart you would rather prefer to disbelieve than acknowledge trying to pursuade the world the stories they hear aren't true but they are the journey will be not be quick if you never inhabitated the innermost circle of hell you can never know what its like there your dreams turned into nightmares daughters of a man born into slavery and produced by a woman of mixed race born free but vaguly remembers what it meant to be colored children in the ninteenth century growing up sheltered privilged status harlem james weldon johnson cab colleway an era which hearth and home defined a women's place have the times really changed has our way of thinking