Writing Is One Of The Ways I

She [my Mother] Gave Me Permission To Wonder, To Dawdle, To Daydream.

An Artist Represents An Oppressed People And Makes Revolution Irresistible.

Old Folks Is The Nation.

What Is Happening To The Daughters Of The Yam? Seem Like They Just Don't Know How To Draw Up The Powers From The Deep Like Before. Not Full Sunned And Sweet Anymore.

We Have Not Been Scuffling In This Waste - Howling Wilderness For The Right To Be Stupid. All This Waste.