The Pieces I Am, She Gather Them

I Am A Moralist. I Worry.

If They Put An Iron Circle Around Your Neck I Will Bite It Away

Wait, Wait, Wait, Wait. Don't Try To Write Through It, To Force It. Many Do, But That Won't Work. Just Wait, It Will Come.

For Lo, The Winter Is Past, The Rain Is Over And Gone; The Flowers Appear On The Earth; The Time Of The Singing Of Birds Is Come, And The Voice Of The Turtledove Is Heard In Our Land.

Black Women Are The Touchstone By Which All That Is Human Can Be Measured.