Write in the kitchen, lock yourself up in the bathroom. Write on the bus or the welfare line, on the job or during meals.

A woman who writes has power, and a woman with power is feared.

Enough of passivity and passing time while waiting for the boy friend, the girl friend, the Goddess, or the Revolution.

To separate from my culture (as from my family) I had to feel competent enough on the outside and secure enough inside to live life on my own. Yet in leaving home I did not lose touch with my origins because lo mexicano is in my system. I am a turtle, wherever I go I carry 'home' on my back.

I am visible-see this Indian face-yet I am invisible. I both blind them with my beak nose and am their blind spot. But I exist, we exist. They'd like to think I have melted in the pot. But I haven't. We haven't.

We cannot educate white women and take them by the hand. Most of us are willing to help but we can't do the white woman's homework for her. That's an energy drain. More times than she cares to remember, Nellie Wong, Asian American feminist writer, has been called by white women wanting a list of Asian American women who can give readings or workshops. We are in danger of being reduced to purvey­ors of resource lists.

Living in a state of psychic unrest, in a Borderland, is what makes poets write and artists create.