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.
i’ve never believed in anything or anybody that needed constant praise.
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.
Watching the summer close is like watching a good kid die for no apparent reason.
The oppressor is never as free as they think they are
Too bad children don’t know how profound their thoughts are.
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.
Children teach us how to chase without overrunning.