My Spirit Is Too Ancient To Understand

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.

Where There Is A Woman There Is Magic. If There Is A Moon Falling From Her Mouth, She Is A Woman Who Knows Her Magic, Who Can Share Or Not Share Her Powers. A Woman With A Moon Falling From Her Mouth, Roses Between Her Legs And Tiaras Of Spanish Moss, This Woman Is A Consort Of The Spirits.

In Our Ordinaryness We Are Most Bizarre.

Our Dreams Draw Blood From Old Sores.

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