I dream a dream that dreams back at me.

The pieces I am, she gather them and gave them back to me in all the right order.

Black people are victims of an enormous amount of violence. None of those things can take place without the complicity of the people who run the schools and the city.

At some point in life, the world's beauty becomes enough.

There is an incredible amount of magic and feistiness in black men that nobody has been able to wipe out. But everybody has tried.

I'm not entangled in shaping my work according to other people's views of how I should have done it.

Anything dead coming back to life hurts.