Art Hurts. Art Urges Voyages - And

She Was Learning To Love Moments. To Love Moments For Themselves.

Art Is A Refining And Evocative Translation Of The Materials Of The World.

I Don't Like The Idea Of The Black Race Being Diluted Out Of Existence. I Like The Idea Of All Of Us Being Here.

The Poetry Is Myself.

I Who Have Gone The Gamut From An Almost Angry Rejection Of My Dark Skin By Some Of My Brainwashed Brothers And Sisters To A Surprised Queenhood In The New Black Sunam Qualified To Enter At Least The Kindergarten Of New Consciousness Now... I Have Hopes For Myself.