thighs made of hymns, I read ’em like I’m reading runes. Now tell me where my future lies…your neck, can I Savion on it?

I will Basquiat the canvas of your body like a Broadway Junction wall…and Gordon Parks you for those dark midnights when your scent fades.

Wrote my way out of the hood…thought my way out of poverty! Don’t tell me that knowledge isn’t power. Education changes everything.

Pain speaks louder than words ever could. Like most things it serves as both messenger and a symbol.

The greatest minds are like film, they take the negatives and develop themselves in darkness…

You and those shot-glass eyes, deep swirling pools of 80-proof firewater, with the depth and profundity of Saturn’s spinning pulsars…

Do little things every day that no one else seems to want to do, be patient, and success will find you.

Remember to remember: sometimes your adversary is your biggest asset. Where would David be without Goliath? Jesus without Judas?

Every morning I look in the mirror and remind myself: “No one owes you sh*t!” In this way, I am never disappointed. Never placing blame.

Sometimes I think the Most High believes I can shoulder the weight of 1000 stars.

I would tell my 14 year old self to never ever, ever put all of your money in one bank account. And love the ones who love you back. You’re going to want to quit…DON’T!...

Some books must be sipped slowly like a strong bourbon. Most books must be devoured more than once because as you age you distill more.

Some roses grow through concrete. Remember that.

Sometimes transitional periods in life leave you feeling like a great big jumble of loose, split ends.

I don’t want to be around people who accept me as is, in my unrefined state of becoming. I consistently want people around me who push and encourage me to be my ultimate best, who...

A writer will divine a metaphor from a pattern on a dress, or a gesture, because sunsets have been done before.

Like caterpillars our metamorphosis begins with what comes from our mouth. Caterpillars spin silk cocoons from the mouth. We speak life or death, success or failure. All transformation starts with what comes from our mouth.

His ruby red rimmed moist eyes were two glasses of cranberry. He wore a cashmere sweater the color of Earl Grey tea…

Quality sells itself. No hype needed.

THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis lazuli sky was blanketed by gunmetal gray clouds as it wept...

No one is born with equality. We all come here with varying degrees of opportunities, qualities, strengths, weaknesses, IQ, etc.

You settle for less, you get less.

On Slavery: The saddest slap in the face is we have NO monument, no real statues or memorials, no special day of Atonement or Remembrance (NOT ONE), no thanks for 400+ years of free labor,...

Unapologetically smitten with thunderstorms…the thought of rough sex beneath an acid washed moon and hydrated stars…

In order to grow, I promise you’ll have to let go of some habits. 10 times out of 10, they’ll be the habits you’re most in love with.

Understand: I don’t ever want to be equal to any other being. I always want to be greater…in all things, in all circumstances.

Drama does not just walk into our lives. Either we create it, invite it, or associate with it.

The light of an early Summer afternoon as it slips toward dusk has so many good things wrapped up in it..

Lowkey punchdrunk off this Sangria-sweet love and all it’s prodigious trappings…

Never accept yourself as a finished product. Be a finished product when you die. As long as you have breath in your lungs, expand yourself.

The reason why many people remain on the bottom is because they play to ‘not lose’, as opposed to playing to win at all costs.

Fruit falls when you shake the tree. You have to keep making things happen.

Your skin reminds me of everything beautiful I’ve ever loved…how the moon gets jealous at how you mock her crescent figure with the shape of your mouth…echo of unborn galaxies bounce forth through your vocal...

David’s mouth dripped open slowly. He stood with his heels dug into my carpet, a dashed hope, a broken dream. No amount of money could top the priceless look that gathered on his face like...

Most people don’t have real friends. You have people in your life waiting for opportunities to see what YOU can do for them.

Be selective in your battles…

can’t even sleep through the night without you and those sun-dried ginger ale complected limbs crocheted into my thighs…

When the door to my writing chamber gasps shut and the almost imperceptible sigh of a rose petal falls on my desk, I know that my muse is present.

But believe it or not, I really do like to read. I don’t think anyone can ever pull the wool over your eyes if you stay prayed up and read. Frederick Douglass said that no...

Everyone’s life changes when they meet their Obi-Wan & their Yoda, or their Morpheus & their Oracle; those who help remove the veil.

Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river…that’s romance.

All those other girls are cake…I’m Crème brûlée…Tiramisu, if you will. Just a few notches above.

Although this man spoke pure fluent ghetto, she liked his spirit. She could tell he was attracted to her, and that he was being ever careful with his words.

When my son speaks of playing sports, I’ve always told him: playing on the team is great, but aspire to be the guy who owns the team. I’ve always told my son: most of the...