“I am the moon – I rise in the dark to give you light.”

I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.

Love is the strongest force in the world – the reason god created everything.

If I was left with even less, but had him, then I’d still have everything.

Only god can bring dry bones back to life.

My weakness was loving you before loving myself.

Conditional love is not love.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

Letting go is an art – master it and be free.

Only the moon knows all the secrets I tell her about you.

I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.

Your pride won’t let you love.

Life is a dance – make it beautiful.

Love is not overrated – you are just tired of getting hurt.

The darkness doesn’t stand a chance against the sun.

Your aging face tells stories of where you’ve been whom you’ve loved.

When he tells you he’s a bad man, believe him.

Out of darkness is born the light.

Even on the darkest days the sun still rises.

We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased we are glad. If they aren?t it doesn?t matter.

To be honest it became quite dark and cold – without her.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.

When the darkness closes in, push back.

I started writing poetry when I was six. I had this teacher who didn’t believe the poems I’d bring in were mine because they were dark and sad. But I wrote about what I experienced in my childhood.