“We have been raised to fear the yes within ourselves, our deepest cravings.”

But the true feminist deals out of a lesbian consciousness whether or not she ever sleeps with women.

Revolution is not a one time event.

Your silence will not protect you.

Sometimes we are blessed with being able to choose the time, and the arena, and the manner of our revolution, but more usually we must do battle where we are standing.

I am a Black, Lesbian, Feminist, Warrior, Poet, Mother – stronger for all my identities, and I am indivisible.

We are all in the process of becoming.

If I cannot air this pain and alter it, I will surely die of it. That’s the beginning of social protest.

Guilt and defensiveness are bricks in a wall against which we all flounder; they serve none of our futures.

Change is the immediate responsibility of each of us, wherever and however we are standing, in whatever arena we choose.

The more I use my strength in the service of my vision the less I am afraid.

The true focus of revolutionary change is never merely the oppressive situations that we seek to escape, but that piece of the oppressor which is planted deep within each of us.

When times are hard, do something. If it works, do it some more. If it does not work, do something else. But keep going.

I have died too many deaths that were not mine.

What I most regretted were my silences. Of what had I ever been afraid?

To search for power within myself means I must be willing to move through being afraid to whatever lies beyond.

Hopefully, we can learn from the 60s that we cannot afford to do our enemies work by destroying each other.

No matter where we are, what air we breathe or which stars we are under. Your eyes always take me to dream land; that inner child-like peace of mind. That I crave when you’re gone and afar and I only see you when in my sleep.

You’ve got me craving wanting your love.

My pain is from craving to feel your skin locked in mine while you cry out for more.

Craving clarity, we attempt to eliminate the risk of trusting God. Fear of the unknown path stretching ahead of us destroys childlike trust in the Father’s active goodness and unrestricted love.

I only know how to crave skin against skin and my heart against a chest like a fingerprint.

We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection, and dream of perfection.

We crave and fear becoming truly ourselves.

After a while the eye candy I used to crave became bitter to taste.