Our Dreams Draw Blood From Old Sores.

Right Now Being Born A Girl Is To Be Born Threatened.

I Am Gonna Write Poems Til I Die And When I Have Gotten Outta This Body I Am Gonna Hang Round In The Wind And Knock Over Everybody Who Got Their Feet On The Ground.

And This Is For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide, But Are Moving To The Ends Of Their Own Rainbows.

Creation Is Everything You Do. Make Something.

In Our Ordinaryness We Are Most Bizarre.