I probably have not killed anyone in America because I write, I've maintained good controls over myself by writing.

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

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.

what i need is traveling minds talktouch kisses spittouch you swimming upstream.

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.

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

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.