"When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken." #MayaAngelou
@Nikkisayswhat Classic, treasured, model/measure (as is you have been a model or measure of what greatness looks like... translation: you is old and stand as an example)
It is not often that we hold ourselves accountable to our dreams, willing to work and sweat and cry for our dreams, willing to boldly state our dreams, willing to make our dreams an American dream. #MLK https://t.co/VZ66U7juut