Children when they ask you why your mama so funny say she is a poet she don't have no sense

these hips have never been enslaved, they go where they want to go they do what they want to do. these hips are mighty hips. these hips are magic hips

People wish to be poets more than they wish to write poetry, and that's a mistake. One should wish to celebrate more than one wishes to be celebrated.

You might as well answer the door, my child, the truth is furiously knocking.

Intellect doesn't translate across cultures; intuition does.

Even when the universe made it quite clear to me that I was mistaken in my certainties ... I did not break. The shattering of my sureties did not shatter me.

Tell the truth... maybe just to see clearly, as clearly as possible.