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

I've never thought of leaving the South, never.

i found god in myself and i loved her i loved her fiercely

I am gonna write poems til i die and when i have gotten outta this body i am gonna hang round in the wind and knock over everybody who got their feet on the ground.

i usedta live in the world really be in the world free & sweet talkin good mornin & thank-you & nice day uh huh i cant now i cant be nice to nobody nice is such a rip-off regular beauty & a smile in the street is just a set-up

The slaves who were ourselves had known terror intimately, confused sunrise with pain, & accepted indifference as kindness.

nice is such a rip-off.