I am a black woman the music of my song some sweet arpeggio of tears is written in a minor key and I can be heard humming in the night Can be heard humming in the night
To identify the enemy is to free the mind.
For the span of my memory, this has been a city of opposing wills.
Who can be born black and not exult!
I have never been contained except I made the prison.
I try for a poetic language that says, This is who we are, where we have been, where we are. This is where we must go. And this is what we must do.