I who have gone the gamut from an almost angry rejection of my dark skin by some of my brainwashed brothers and sisters to a surprised queenhood in the new Black sunam qualified to enter at least the kindergarten of new consciousness now... I have hopes for myself.

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get.

The music is in minors.

What I'm fighting for now in my work... for an expression relevant to all manner of blacks, poems I could take into a tavern, into the street, into the halls of a housing project.

Do not desire to fit in. Desire to oblige yourselves to lead.

Each body has its art.

at a certain moment in social proceedings, I am on FIRE to leave: I have a leaving-FIT.