As I bent over the washboard and looked at my arms buried in soapsuds, I said to myself, 'What are you going to do when you grow old and your back gets stiff?' This set me to thinking, but with all my thinking I couldn't see how a poor washerwoman was going to better my condition.
I am not ashamed of my past; I am not ashamed of my humble beginnings.
Love’s language is imprecise, fits more like mittens than gloves.
People are ugly not in their face but in their thoughts.
Hair is power. You can’t imagine what it is like to lose it.
I am not satisfied in making money for myself. I endeavor to provide employment for hundreds of the women of my race.
Perseverance is my motto!
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