Nice Is Such A Rip-off.

Nice Is Such A Rip-off.

Creation Is Everything You Do. Make Something.

The Slaves Who Were Ourselves Had Known Terror Intimately, Confused Sunrise With Pain, & Accepted Indifference As Kindness.

Somebody/ Anybody Sing A Black Girl's Song Bring Her Out To Know Herself To Know You But Sing Her Rhythms Carin/ Struggle/ Hard Times Sing Her Song Of Life She's Been Dead So Long Closed In Silence So Long She Doesn't Know The Sound Of Her Own Voice Her Infinite Beauty She's Half-notes Scattered Without Rhythm/ No Tune Sing Her Sighs Sing The Song Of Her Possibilities Sing A Righteous Gospel Let Her Be Born Let Her Be Born & Handled Warmly.

I Write For Young Girls Of Color, For Girls Who Don’t Even Exist Yet, So That There Is Something There For Them When They Arrive. I Can Only Change How They Live, Not How They Think.