The end of a thing, is never the end, something is always being born like a year of a baby.

Come celebrate with me that every day something has tried to kill me and has failed.

What they call you is one thing. What you answer to is something else.

To be a good poet, you must care more about the writing, than the writer.

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

Every pair of eyes facing you has probably experienced something you could not endure.

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