The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories.
Truth isn't always beauty but the hunger for it is.
Power is something of which I am convinced there is no innocence this side of...
A child understands fear and the hurt and hate it brings.
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...
