Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle love is a war love is a growing up.
I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and it isn't of much value. Life hasn't revealed its beauty to them.
I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be...
Art has two constant two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and...
You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path When life...
Madam C. J. Walker (1867-1919) was “the first Black woman...
It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as...
True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally...
