Somedays, If Bitterness Were A Whetstone, I

What Do We Want From Each Other After We Have Told Our Stories

It's A Struggle But That's Why We Exist, So That Another Generation Of Lesbians Of Color Will Not Have To Invent Themselves, Or Their History, All Over Again.

There Are No Honest Poems About Dead Women.

Pain Is Important: How We Evade It, How We Succumb To It, How We Deal With It, How We Transcend It.

The Oppression Of Women Knows No Ethnic Nor Racial Boundaries, True, But That Does Not Mean It Is Identical Within Those Boundaries.