I have suckled the wolf's lip of anger and I have used it for illumination, laughter, protection, fire in places where there was no light, no food, no sisters, no quarter.

Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought.

Some women wait for themselves around the next corner and call the empty spot peace but the opposite of living is only not living and the stars do not care.

It's a struggle but that's why we exist, so that another generation of Lesbians of color will not have to invent themselves, or their history, all over again.

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

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.

If you can't change reality, change your perceptions of it.