“For women, then, poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence.”

Without community, there is no liberation.

The master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house.

Anger, used, does not destroy. Hatred does.

Each time you love, love as deeply as if it were forever.

Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.

Wherever the bird with no feet flew, she found trees with no limbs.

We are all more blind to what we have than to what we have not.

Oppressors always expect the oppressed to extend to them the understanding so lacking in themselves.

You are the one that you are looking for.

I am not only a casualty, I am also a warrior.

When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.

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

Whenever the need for some pretense of communication arises, those who profit from our oppression call upon us to share our knowledge with them

If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.

Divide and conquer must become define and empower.

When you reach out and touch other human beings, it doesn’t matter whether you call it therapy or teaching or poetry.

And if there were a God, I think it very unlikely that he would have such an uneasy vanity as to be offended by those who doubt his existence.

The fear in your chest only exists because you have something worth fighting for.

Monsters only ever exist in the shadows if you look for them.

Friendships exist in the fluctuations between acceptance and rejection.

City light appears as stars on the ground, but creates an illusion, of an ideal city that never existed, hides the dark & dusty secrets.

Evil exists in the shadows of our world and I’m realizing that without the darkness there would be no light. We need both to stay alive.

See the wonder that exists all around you – and know that you belong.

Can I write you into existence?