I am a bleak heroism of words that refuse to be buried alive with the liars.

You cannot use someone else's fire. You can only use your own. And in order to do that, you must first be willing to believe that you have it.

I soon discovered that if you keep your mouth shut, people are apt to believe you know everything, and they begin to feel freer and freer to tell you anything, anxious to show that they know something, too.

We must constantly encourage ourselves and each other to attempt the heretical actions that our dreams imply and so many of our old ideas disparage.

I am a Black Lesbian Feminist Warrior Poet Mother, stronger for all my identities, and I am indivisible.

We are all in the process of becoming.

I am a reflection of my mother’s secret poetry as well as of her hidden angers