Right Now Being Born A Girl Is

I Am Gonna Write Poems Til I Die And When I Have Gotten Outta This Body I Am Gonna Hang Round In The Wind And Knock Over Everybody Who Got Their Feet On The Ground.

Nice Is Such A Rip-off.

When I Die, I Will No Be Guilty Of Having Left A Generation Of Girls Behind Thinking That Anyone Can Tend To Their Emotional Health Other Than Themselves.

Our Dreams Draw Blood From Old Sores.

Where There Is A Woman There Is Magic. If There Is A Moon Falling From Her Mouth, She Is A Woman Who Knows Her Magic, Who Can Share Or Not Share Her Powers. A Woman With A Moon Falling From Her Mouth, Roses Between Her Legs And Tiaras Of Spanish Moss, This Woman Is A Consort Of The Spirits.