Guided by my heritage of a love of beauty and respect for strength, in search of my mother's garden, I found my own.
~ by Alice Walker
Please call me by my true names
so I can hear all my cries and
my laughs at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.
Please call me by my true names
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart can be left open,
the door of compassion.