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 SanchezSo much of growing up is an unbearable waiting. A constant longing for another time. Another season.
Sonia SanchezThe most fundamental truth to be told in any art form, as far as Blacks are concerned, is that America is killing us.
Sonia SanchezThe black artist is dangerous. Black art controls the 'Negro's' reality, negates negative influences, and creates positive images.
Sonia Sanchez