“Come windless invaderI am a carnival ofStars, a poem of blood.”

“No. Don't never go looking for love girl. Just wait. It'll come. Like the rain fallin' from the heaven, it'll come. Just don't never give up on love.”

“I cannot tell the truth about anything unless I confess being a student, growing and learning something new every day. The more I learn, the clearer my view of the world becomes.”

“what i need is travelingminds talktouch kisses spittouchyou swimming upstream.”

“I am a warrior in the time of women warriors; the longing for justice is the sword I carry.”

“When I write, I am gossiping. Writing to whisper the story, whether good or bad to my listener.”

“I war running back to the house in Mayaguez with a melting ice cone we called a piraqua running sweet and sticky down my face and arms, the sun in my eyes, breaking through clouds and glinting off the rain-soaked pavement and dripping leaves. I was running with joy, an overwhelming joy that arose simply from gratitude for the fact of being alive. Along with the image, memory carried these words from a child's mind through time: I am blessed. In this life I am truly blessed.”