The sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic, or intellectual, forms a bridge between the sharers which can be the basis for understanding much of what is not shared between them, and lessens the threat of their difference.
I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence would save us, but it won't.
Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.
I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.
It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.
The failure of academic feminists to recognize difference as a crucial strength is a failure to reach beyond the first patriarchal lesson. In our world, divide and conquer must become define and empower.
The learning process is something you can incite, literally incite, like a riot.
If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.
Attend me, hold me in your muscular flowering arms, protect me from throwing any part of myself away.
We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit because what was native has been stolen from us, the love of Black women for each other.
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.
In our work and in our living, we must recognize that difference is a reason for celebration and growth, rather than a reason for destruction.
Our visions begin with our desires.
You know how fighting fish do it? They blow bubbles and in each one of those bubbles is an egg and they float the egg up to the surface. They keep this whole heavy nest of eggs floating, and they're constantly repairing it. It's as if they live in both elements.
I can't really define it in sexual terms alone although our sexuality is so energizing why not enjoy it too?
For un-subscribe please check the mail footer.