Would You Deny Your Son Or Your

Hoping For The Best, Prepared For The Worst, And Unsurprised By Anything In Between.

We Need To Haunt The House Of History And Listen Anew To The Ancestors' Wisdom.

Black People Comprehend The South. We Understand Its Weight. It Has Rested On Our Backs... I Knew That My Heart Would Break If Ever I Put My Foot Down On That Soil, Moist, Still, With Old Hurts. I Had To Face The Fear/loathing At Its Source Or It Would Consume Me Whole.

If I Am Not Good To Myself, How Can I Expect Anyone Else To Be Good To Me?

Does My Sexiness Upset You? Does It Come As A Surprise That I Dance Like I've Got Diamonds At The Meeting Of My Thighs?