The words loved me and I loved them in return.

The words loved me and I loved them in return.

All poets, all writers are political. They either maintain the status quo, or they say, 'Something's wrong, let's change it for the better.'

So much of growing up is an unbearable waiting. A constant longing for another time. Another season.

The joy of poetry is that it will wait for you. Novels don't wait for you. Characters change. But poetry will wait. I think it's the greatest art.

I still hear you humming, Mama. The colour of your song calls me home. The colour of your words saying, Let her be. She got a right to be different. She gonna stumble on herself one of these days. Just let the child be. And I be, Mama.

Poetry is subconscious conversation, it is as much the work of those who understand it and those who make it.