Cry with me, Mother, and let our teardrops turn to rock. You can strike me until I shatter into a million pieces: I will become the sands

If words are your only vessel, then I am beached. For I live in a wealth of intuition, of which the world has become impoverished

I wish the world could see itself through my eyes and know that all the evils come from an inability to love ourselves...

For the ghost who haunts my dreams, pale and skinny emo...the guy who looks like me, White Man, you are the part of me I hate the most...

You. Who are not woman enough for me, You. Who are not what I thought you would be... objects soaring like shells and stars, the wrong way

She ran home crying in her blood stained dress, she feared she was dying, her mother never told her about womanhood...

I never realized that forgiveness was not meant to free the sinners, it was meant to free the hands of the inflicted from carrying the...

Born of angels not a mother, not a father raised by love incarnate in a vivid world without color where the harsh contrasts of white on...