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.
Sonia SanchezPoetry is subconscious conversation, it is as much the work of those who understand it and those who make it.
Sonia SanchezAll poets, all writers are political. They either maintain the status quo, or they say, 'Something's wrong, let's change it for the better.'
Sonia Sanchez... in order to be a true revolutionary, you must understand love. Love, sacrifice, and death.
Sonia Sanchez