My old man's a white old manAnd my old mother's black.If ever I cursed my white old manI take my curses back.If ever I cursed my black old motherAnd wished she were in hell,I'm sorry for that evil wishAnd now i wish her wellMy old man died in a fine big houseMy Ma died in a shack.I wonder were i'm going to die,Being neither white nor black?

Sometimes, all you can take are memoriesBut if you__e lucky enough to capture the moment,it lives forever, immortally fixed.

Anyone can take a picture of poverty; it__ easy to focus on the dirt and hurt of the poor. It__ much harder__nd much more needful__o pry under that dirt and reveal the beauty and dignity of people that, but for their birth into a place and circumstance different from our own, are just like ourselves. I want my images to tell the story of those people and to move us beyond pity to justice and mercy.

God (Love) can heal anything. Your job is to give permission. It takes a lotof trust.

We can find the answers will seek in books.

To share is precious, pure and fair.Don't play with something you should cherish for life. Don't you wanna care, ain't it lonely out there?