A complex is a cluster of energy in the unconscious, charged by historic events, reinforced through repitition, embodying a fragment of our personality, and generating a programmed response and an implicit set of expectations.
I don't find myself sexy.
I'm convinced that we Black women possess a special indestructible strength that allows us to not only get down, but to get up, to get through, and to get over.
I can be happy with who I am, not what I should be, or what I might have been, or what someone tells me I must be.
I don't believe in luck. . . . It's persistence, hard work, and not forgetting your dream.
Everywhere I go, every smile I see, I know you are there smilin' back at me. Dancin' in moonlight, I know you are free 'cause I can see your star shinin' down on me.
Believe in yourself. Have faith in yourself because no one else is going to.
You know what I hate about working? Bosses. . . The very idea that ANYONE could be my boss, well. . . I think you see the conflict.
Mercy, it's the revolution and I'm in my bathrobe!
Whether or not science can be applied to that mental construct [i. e. the designed entity] is a matter of availability. If there is body of scientific knowledge that can be applied, then it would be foolish not to exploit it. However, if there is none, it does not mean that the thing cannot be designed, made, and used safely.
Walking around an early spring garden- going nowhere.