Nice Is Such A Rip-off.

I Started Writing Because There's An Absence Of Things I Was Familiar With Or That I Dreamed About. One Of My Senses Of Anger Is Related To This Vacancy - A Yearning I Had As A Teenager. . .and When I Get Ready To Write, I Think I'm Trying To Fill That. . .

In Our Ordinaryness We Are Most Bizarre.

My Spirit Is Too Ancient To Understand The Separation Of Soul & Gender

The Slaves Who Were Ourselves Had Known Terror Intimately, Confused Sunrise With Pain, & Accepted Indifference As Kindness.

Being Alive And Being A Woman Is All I Got, But Being Colored Is A Metaphysical Dilemma I Haven't Conquered Yet.