telling the truth about children's lives is radical.
Come celebrate with me that every day something has tried to kill me and has failed.
We need new words for what this is, this hunger entering our loneliness like birds, stunning our eyes into rays of hope. we need the flutter that can save us, something that will swirl across the face of what we have become and bring us grace.
Intellect doesn't translate across cultures; intuition does.
Poems come out of wonder, not out of knowing.
I do not feel inhibited or bound by what I am. That does not mean that I have never had bad scenes relating to being Black and/or a woman, it means that other people’s craziness has not managed to make me crazy.