in our ordinaryness we are most bizarre.

I'm a firm believer that language and how we use language determines how we act, and how we act then determines our lives and other people's lives.

Where there is a woman there is magic.

Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.

And this is for Colored girls who have considered suicide, but are moving to the ends of their own rainbows.

I write for young girls of color, for girls who don’t even exist yet, so that there is something there for them when they arrive. I can only change how they live, not how they think.

nice is such a rip-off.