Wherever the bird with no feet flew, she found trees with no limbs.

Divide and conquer must become define and empower.

Whenever a conscious Black woman raises her voice on issues central to her existence, somebody is going to call her strident, because they don't want to hear about it, nor us. I refuse to be silenced and I refuse to be trivialized, even if I do not say what I have to say perfectly.

The sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic, or intellectual, forms a bridge between the sharers which can be the basis for understanding much of what is not shared between them, and lessens the threat of their difference.

When we create out of our experiences, as feminists of color, women of color, we have to develop those structures that will present and circulate our culture.

The oppression of women knows no ethnic nor racial boundaries, true, but that does not mean it is identical within those boundaries.

When you reach out and touch other human beings, it doesn't matter whether you call it therapy or teaching or poetry.