adulthood is depressing. for me at least. i cried at the death of every illusion harder than i cried at the death of friends.

You ball up your fist each time you hear about an unfound injustice in the world. That makes me your brother.

We have enough proof that, at least my generation does, that patriarchy and matriarchy are gender-less roles.

Try evolving as much as you cry.

what if the room gets cold?

the black man today will only find solitude in one place: prison. ironically, he becomes most free while incarcerated.

And like that, I said goodbye to my grandmother like we were two people who met in a coffee shop, shared a lifetime of stories and left wanting more, but knowing we’d meet there again.

I have to believe in reincarnation. believing that I’ll be in one place forever is a hell in itself.

We’re looking at the coming of spring like we look at the coming of babies we never considered aborting; Hopeful.

With tact, exit from the world I’ve created, and we never have to speak of those good times again.

White supremacy is a black person telling the people of Baltimore to chill out and try peace, thinking they came up with that thought all on their own.

sex separation in the classroom leads to a bullshit socio-economic situation perpetuated by people with good intentions.

Tell me what you’re looking for and i will become that for you. I can sacrifice my inner freedoms for you without looking twice at my old journals and solid promises I made to myself...

Once a year I need to hear you tell me how proud you are of me for growing a little more.

My heart isn’t big enough to care for the oppressors.

You will either profit by or pay for what your children become. raise them properly.

I didn’t mean to snore in your ear, but I wanted to inhale all of what was wrapped up in the comforter with me.

Drugs are the gateway drug

i’ve never believed in anything or anybody that needed constant praise.

It was once necessary to go from somebody to nothing to become everything.

I enabled your tendency to be vulnerable and weak, and your habits of crying when 6,000 others were present for the music.

The walls around the hood keep the people on the inside from the changes on the outside.

I’m not sure what it was or where she sprayed it, but her scent will be the end of the life I loved. And I will find comfort in the simpleness of sitting with her...

You can’t forgive your captor and simultaneously be upset at your place in society.

We are not sure what we will become, only what we want to and don’t want to. We often become what we never thought we could, then we become fine with that.

My brain has become my enemy. We fight over creation and his need for sleep.

They’ve been practicing racism so long, it’s perfect.

My attraction to heavy church-goers has more to do with me wanting to see who’d win the fight; me or god

If they knew how much you kept inside to keep from hurting them, but hurting yourself instead, maybe they’d love you more.

Watching the summer close is like watching a good kid die for no apparent reason.

Waiting for a hot pocket to cook we’d fuck and be satisfied, barefoot on new york city apartment linoleum. A satisfying hot pocket and a big ass smile and a tight ass grip and a...

I’ve always looked at America like a foster mother doing it only for the check. At any minute, I just knew she’d be ready to give up on me.

The oppressor is never as free as they think they are

Too bad children don’t know how profound their thoughts are.

Home is where you were conditioned.

Even the Us’s are Them’s.

What you don’t think about when you’re planning for children is when you’re going to teach them how not to be killed

The world is full of ‘friends’ of suicide victims thinking ‘if I had only made that drive over there, I could have done something.

Anyone and anything can survive the daylight. It’s night that’s the hardest to live.

I think we should throw money at artists, not at girls who take their clothes off because they made a bad choice in life.

She said before i could touch her walls I’d have to touch her heart. so i did.

i didn’t call myself a writer until everyone else did. i knew it was real then.

The thing about oppression is this: when you hold someone down, you, too, have to be there to make sure they don’t move.

Children teach us how to chase without overrunning.

It’s okay to not know who you are and what you want. Those with the answers are usually very happy in their own stuck-ness

there are institutions filled with people who talk to god. we’ve labeled and drugged them.

New days should be greeted like new lovers and babies toddling along a table looking back to make sure we’re watching.

It’s crazy. My life has been full of fun and adventure. but i love meeting people who make me feel like I’ve done nothing.

The saddest thing about death, whether it’s our own or someone we care for, is when the world doesn’t stop when we do.

Real artist cannot be blackmailed. I suspect they’ve been confessing shit all their life.