Zora Neale Hurston said fear is the greatest emotion and I said, 'No my dear sister.' Fear will make us move to save our own skins. Love also makes u….

The black artist is dangerous. Black art controls the 'Negro's' reality, negates negative influences, and creates positive images..

I cannot tell the truth about anything unless I confess being a student, growing and learning something new every day. The more I learn, the clearer ….

I shall become, I shall become a collector of me. And put meat on my soul..

All poets, all writers are political. They either maintain the status quo, or they say, 'Something's wrong, let's change it for the better.'.

I write to tell the truth about the black condition as I see it. Therefore, I write to offer a black woman's view of the world..

... in order to be a true revolutionary, you must understand love. Love, sacrifice, and death..

The most fundamental truth to be told in any art form, as far as Blacks are concerned, is that America is killing us..

Poetry is subconscious conversation, it is as much the work of those who understand it and those who make it..

You can't have relationships with other people until you give birth to yourself..

And I cried… for all of the women who stretched their bodies for civilizations, only to find ruins..

the first day i shot dope was on a sunday. i had just come home from church got mad at my mother cuz she got mad at me. u dig?.

What I'm trying to do is to tell young people that I teach them how to breathe before I teach the haiku. That one breath, that one breath, because th….

The words loved me and I loved them in return..

what i need is traveling minds talktouch kisses spittouch you swimming upstream..

I probably have not killed anyone in America because I write, I've maintained good controls over myself by writing..

What is the beauty of the haiku is that it is not simplistic. The beauty of the haiku I just said is very complex. It reaches all the complexities of….

I still hear you humming, Mama. The colour of your song calls me home. The colour of your words saying, Let her be. She got a right to be different. ….

No. Don't never go looking for love girl. Just wait. It'll come. Like the rain fallin' from the heaven, it'll come. Just don't never give up on love..

Come windless invader I am a carnival of Stars, a poem of blood..

So much of growing up is an unbearable waiting. A constant longing for another time. Another season..