I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.
Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
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Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.