“It is terrifying to wonder whether that person you love is a walking red flag or a white flag of surrender dipped in your own blood.”

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.

It is mostly with your blood, Gala that I paint my pictures

To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. Do you feel your music?

Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms.

But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man’s blood, there is no way to raise him up.

Some of us gave a little blood for the right to participate in the democratic process.

You have to go the way your blood beats. If you don’t live the only life you have, you won’t live some other life, you won’t live any life at all.

All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.

The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried along to dwell in the blood.