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.

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

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

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.

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.