I yield from women whose hands are Black and rough . . . The women who produced me are in defiance of Porcelana and Jergens lotion . . . My women look at cracked . . . We of the unacceptably strong take pride in the strength of our hands . . . Some people think a quilt is a blanket stretched across a Lincoln bed . . . or from frames on a wall .
Quilts are our mosaics . . .
Michelle-Angelo's contribution to beauty . . . We weave a quilt with dry, rough hands . . . Quilts are the way our lives are lived . . . We survive on patches . . . We do the far more difficult job of taking that which nobody wants and not only loving it . . .