Beyond my anxiety, beyond this writing,
the universe waits, inexhaustible, inviting.
The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art.
It is a terrible thing
To be so open: it is as if my heart
Put on a face and walked into the world.
As you grow older, you’ll see white men cheat black men every day of your life, but let me tell you something and don’t you forget it - whenever a white man does that to a black man, no matter who he is, how rich he is, or how fine a family he comes from, that white man is trash.
I ask: of what did my soul die?
and the silence answers
If your soul died, whose life
are you living and
when did you become that person?