If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.
It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.
The sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic, or intellectual, forms a bridge between the sharers which can be the basis for understanding much of what is not shared between them, and lessens the threat of their difference.
You know how fighting fish do it? They blow bubbles and in each one of those bubbles is an egg and they float the egg up to the surface. They keep this whole heavy nest of eggs floating, and they're constantly repairing it. It's as if they live in both elements.
I remember how being young and black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.
I can't really define it in sexual terms alone although our sexuality is so energizing why not enjoy it too?
Each time you love, love as deeply as if it were forever.
Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.
We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit because what was native has been stolen from us, the love of Black women for each other.
When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.
The learning process is something you can incite, literally incite, like a riot.
When I use my strength in the service of my vision it makes no difference whether or not I am afraid.
Black women are programmed to define ourselves within this male attention and to compete with each other for it rather than to recognize and move upon our common interests.
In our work and in our living, we must recognize that difference is a reason for celebration and growth, rather than a reason for destruction.
I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence would save us, but it won't.
Our visions begin with our desires.
Only by learning to live in harmony with your contradictions can you keep it all afloat.
I am deliberate and afraid of nothing.
It's possible to take that as a personal metaphor and then multiply it to a people, a race, a sex, a time. If we can keep this thing going long enough, if we can survive and teach what we know, we'll make it.
Life is very short and what we have to do must be done in the now.