Anger Is Loaded With Information And Energy.

We Are All In The Process Of Becoming.

We Cannot Settle For The Pretenses Of Connection, Or For The Parodies Of Self-love.

I Am Not Free While Any Woman Is Unfree, Even When Her Shackles Are Very Different From My Own.

Well, I Do Not Want To Be Tolerated, Nor Misnamed. I Want To Be Recognized.

For Within Livin Structures Defined By Profit, By Linear Power, By Institutional Dehumanization, Our Feelings Were Not Meant To Survive. Kept Around As Unavoidable Adjuncts Or Pleasant Pastimes, Our Feelings Were Expected To Kneel To Thought As Women Were Expected To Kneel To Men. But Women Have Survived. As Poets.