Our Society Allows People To Be Absolutely

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.

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.

I'm A Firm Believer That Language And How We Use Language Determines How We Act, And How We Act Then Determines Our Lives And Other People's Lives.

Where There Is A Woman There Is Magic.

Nice Is Such A Rip-off.