I Cannot Live With Someone Who Can't

It's Easier For The Former Masters To Put Aside The Masks That Hid Their Humanity Than For The Former Slaves To Recognise The Faces Underneath. Or To Trust That This Is Not A New Mask These Are Wearing.

I Have Learned Since That Sometimes The Things We Want Most Are Impossible For Us. You May Long To Come Home, Yet Wander Forever.

From Ernest Hemingway's Stories I Learned To Listen Within My Stories For What Went Unsaid By My Characters.

Mostly I'm Interviewed By White People, And Identified With White Society.

The Solitude Of Writing Is Also Quite Frightening. It's Quite Close To Madness, One Just Disappears For A Day And Loses Touch.