There is nothing revolutionary whatsoever about the control of women's bodies by men. The woman's body is the terrain on which patriarchy is erected.

We have lived with violence far too long.

The words are purposes./The words are maps./I came to see the damage that was done/and the treasures that prevail.

Nothing could have prepared me for the realization that I was a mother ... when I knew I was still in a state of uncreation myself.

We move but our words stand become responsible for more than we intended and this is verbal privilege

I touch you knowing we weren't born tomorrow, and somehow, each of us will help the other live, and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.

In 1945, just at the end of World War II, the American poet Muriel Rukeyser wrote a remarkable book called The Life of Poetry. In it she says that on any particular day in the world, if poetry ceased to exist, it would immediately be reinvented on that same day.