Come windless invader I am a carnival of Stars, a poem of blood.

No. Don't never go looking for love girl. Just wait. It'll come. Like the rain fallin' from the heaven, it'll come. Just don't never give up on love.

Come windless invader I am a carnival of Stars, a poem of blood.

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

...I write to keep in contact with our ancestors and to spread truth to people.

The most fundamental truth to be told in any art form, as far as Blacks are concerned, is that America is killing us.

I shall become, I shall become a collector of me. And put meat on my soul.