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

I started writing because there's an absence of things I was familiar with or that I dreamed about. One of my senses of anger is related to this vacancy - a yearning I had as a teenager. . .and when I get ready to write, I think I'm trying to fill that. . .

Being alive and being a woman is all I got, but being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I haven't conquered yet.

Novels allow me to create a whole world.

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.

my spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of soul & gender

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