Where There Is A Woman There Is

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.

One Thing I Don’t Need Is Any More Apologies I Got Sorry Greetin Me At My Front Door You Can Keep Yrs I Don’t Know What To Do Wit Em They Don’t Open Doors Or Bring The Sun Back They Don’t Make Me Happy Or Get A Mornin Paper Didn’t Nobody Stop Usin My Tears To Wash Cars Cuz A Sorry.

I Hit My Head Against The Wall Because I Don't Want To Know All The Terrible Things That I Know About. I Don't Want To Feel All These Wretched Things, But They're In Me Already. If I Don't Get Rid Of Them, I'm Not Ever Going To Feel Anything Else.

The Slaves Who Were Ourselves Had Known Terror Intimately, Confused Sunrise With Pain, & Accepted Indifference As Kindness.

I'm Committed To The Idea That One Of The Few Things Human Beings Have To Offer Is The Richness Of Unconscious And Conscious Emotional Responses To Being Alive. ... The Kind Of Esteem That's Given To Brightness/smartness Obliterates Average People Or Slow Learners From Participating Fully In Human Life, Particularly Technical And Intellectual Life. But You Cannot Exclude Any Human Being From Emotional Participation.