“Whatchya gotta do? Ya gotta do wonnn ting. You gotta aski-dently make yor own soul so proud it be weeping and singin in your heart, in your chest for all the beauty you done became for some fine reason, an you weren’t tryin’ to — you had to.

If you cain’t do that, don’t do nothin’. Jus sit. When you ready? You get up an do that. Then you be happy you not dun somethin’ otherwise that make you keep on going dat way, an you be like all dem other folk; too stupid to change a sickness for a medicine an all de time proud of dey not doin nothin beautiful.”

— Whaaht Chagotta