“I know I’m difficult to love but I’m going to need you to love me anyway.”

Are you native to the land you are spilling blood on?

My love language is saying no and having them listen to me.

Sometimes the thing that destroys you also kisses you on the forehead.

If home is where the heart is, then I don’t know where to go.

As you buy tampons you will be hit with the realization that you’re still paying in blood.

She spends an eternity as shelter for men who curse her when the storm passes.

When a black girl dies; the last thing to decompose is her heart.

Alone is the safest I have ever felt.

These hands keep a score of everything.

I poured myself from an empty cup but you weren’t even thirsty.

Brown girls are not band aids for your pain.

I am just a bunch of bad decisions glued together.

You look most like your father when you smile. It’s your ultimate betrayal.

You are a multiple choice exam and I have circled all the wrong answers.

Heaven is not something you need to die to get to.

Black don’t crack: It does bruise, though. It does rupture into a new sky.

There may be some difficulties during a period of adjustment. Specifically, picking up their life again and making their own truly independent decisions.

It’s impossible to feel sad or have any negative feeling when you’re grateful. If you’re in the midst of a difficult situation, look for something to be grateful for.

Between me and the other world there is ever an unasked question: unasked by some through feelings of delicacy; by others through the difficulty of rightly framing it. All, nevertheless, flutter round it. How does it feel to be a problem?

In grave difficulties, and with little hope, the boldest measures are the safest.

It’s difficult to talk about Pele because I didn’t see him.

Have patience. Everything is difficult before it is easy.

Truth, they say, is but too often in difficulties, but is never finally suppressed.

Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy.