“Women like me bleed on command.”

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.

I wish I was as good at love as I am at falling apart.

I am always becoming a new tragedy. Trading one torture for another. Forever versatile in this becoming.

Shame is what happens when you learn self love through people who are difficult to forgive.

Sometimes I open my mouth and my mother comes out.

She’s always the heart to my soul and I am the blood to her being.

Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.

The blood of Christ can cleanse away all sin. But we must ‘plead guilty’ before God can declare us innocent.

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.

Be assured that there is no sin you have ever committed that the blood of Jesus Christ cannot cleanse.

All the blood is drained out of democracy – it dies – when only half the population votes.

The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.