The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.
Peace”: the fruit of justice done especially to the Self.
Writing saved me from the sin and inconvenience of violence.
But I don’t know how to fight. All I know how to do is stay alive.
I’ve found, in my own writing, that a little hatred, keenly directed, is a useful thing.
Every small positive change we make in ourselves repays us in confidence in the future.
Becauseyou rubbed my shoulderlast nighta poemtraveled downmy arm.
When wehave changed everything we will eat congratulations with our tea.
When the ax came into the forest the trees said the handle is one of us.
I am so happy. I got love, I got work, I got money, friends and time.
Those in power must spend a lot of their time laughing at us.
This is the true wine of astonishment: “We are not over when we think we are.
Men make war to get attention. All killing is an expression of self-hate.
Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.