I am on the cusp of change and the curve is shifting fast.

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

Somedays, if bitterness were a whetstone, I could be sharp as grief.

Our feelings are our most genuine paths to knowledge. They are chaotic, sometimes painful, sometimes contradictory, but they come from deep within us. And we must key into those feelings... This is how new visions begin.

Institutionalized rejection of difference is an absolute necessity in a profit economy which needs outsiders as surplus people.

Raising Black children-female and male-in the mouth of a racist, sexist, suicidal dragon is perilous and chancy. If they cannot love and resist at the same time, they will probably not survive.

If what we need to dream, to move our spirits most deeply and directly toward and through promise, is discounted as a luxury, then we give up the core -- the fountain -- of our power, our womanness; we give up the future of our worlds. (From "Poetry is Not a Luxury")