“Anger is loaded with information and energy.”

Construct templates for possible futures, and focus our rage for change upon our enemies rather than upon each other.

How hard it is to sleep in the middle of life.

It’s a struggle but that’s why we exist, so that another generation of Lesbians of color will not have to invent themselves, or their history, all over again.

It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.

To that piece in each of us that refuses to be silent.

The oppression of women knows no ethnic nor racial boundaries, true, but that does not mean it is identical within those boundaries.

Life is very short and what we have to do must be done in the now.

We must constantly encourage ourselves and each other to attempt the heretical actions that our dreams imply and so many of our old ideas disparage.

I have been woman for a long time beware my smile I am treacherous with old magic.

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.

Now there’s a seven-day waiting period to buy a gun. Who can stay mad that long?

My passion and energy get mistaken for anger.

Temperament is the thermometer of character.

A man who does not know how to be angry, does not know how to be good. Now and then a man should be shaken to the core with indignation over things evil.

When anger rises up I let it breathe. A fire burns out, eventually.

Being angry and resentful of someone is like letting them live rent-free in your head.

Anger makes you vulnerable, It slowdowns the mind and make us slip our tongues often.

I get a little heated when I talk about the past. But I wanted to be clear – I’m not mad at anybody – not anymore.