There Are No Honest Poems

Well, I Do Not Want To Be Tolerated, Nor Misnamed. I Want To Be Recognized.

The Transformation Of Silence Into Language And Action Is An Act Of Self-revelation .

[speaking] Is Never Without Fear; Of Visibility, Of The Harsh Light Of Scrutiny And Perhaps Judgment, Of Pain, Of Death. But We Have Lived Through All Of Those Already, In Silence, Except Death. And I Remind Myself All The Time Now, That If I Were To Have Been Born Mute, And Had Maintained An Oath Of Silence My Whole Life For Safety, I Would Still Have Suffered, And I Would Still Die.

Each Time You Love, Love As Deeply As If It Were Forever.

Silence And Invisibility Go Hand In Hand With Powerlessness.