Our Dreams Draw Blood From Old Sores.

When Words & Manners Leave You No Space For Yourself Make Very Personal Very Clear & Your Obstructions Will Join You Or Disappear.

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

Somebody/ Anybody Sing A Black Girl's Song Bring Her Out To Know Herself To Know You But Sing Her Rhythms Carin/ Struggle/ Hard Times Sing Her Song Of Life She's Been Dead So Long Closed In Silence So Long She Doesn't Know The Sound Of Her Own Voice Her Infinite Beauty She's Half-notes Scattered Without Rhythm/ No Tune Sing Her Sighs Sing The Song Of Her Possibilities Sing A Righteous Gospel Let Her Be Born Let Her Be Born & Handled Warmly.

I'm A Firm Believer That Language And How We Use Language Determines How We Act, And How We Act Then Determines Our Lives And Other People's Lives.

Novels Allow Me To Create A Whole World.