If I cannot air this pain and alter it, I will surely die of it. That's the beginning of social protest.
Poetry is not a luxury.
What I most regretted were my silences. Of what had I ever been afraid?
Somedays, if bitterness were a whetstone, I could be sharp as grief.
Our visions begin with our desires.
I can't really define it in sexual terms alone although our sexuality is so energizing why not enjoy it too?