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

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

And I cried… for all of the women who stretched their bodies for civilizations, only to find ruins.

I write to tell the truth about the black condition as I see it. Therefore, I write to offer a black woman's view of the world.

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

I cannot tell the truth about anything unless I confess being a student, growing and learning something new every day. The more I learn, the clearer my view of the world becomes.

What I'm trying to do is to tell young people that I teach them how to breathe before I teach the haiku. That one breath, that one breath, because the haiku keeps you alive. It keeps you going. If you learn how to breath the haiku, you learn how to breathe. If you learn how to breathe, you're much healthier.