I Definitely Do See Language

Women Are Not Roses Women Have No Beginning Only Continual Flows. Though Rivers Flow Women Are Not Rivers. Women Are Not Roses They Are Not Oceans Or Stars. I Would Like To Tell Her This But I Think She Already Knows.

There’s Something Insupportable About Being Pissed With The One Person On This Planet That Sends Your Adrenaline Flowing To Remind You That You’re Alive. It’s Almost Like We’re Mad Because We’ve Been Shocked Out Of Our Usual Comatose State Of Being By Feeling Something For Someone, For Ourselves, For Just A Moment.

There Are Things Coming From Me That I Felt I Wanted To Talk About. My Search For My Own Blend Of Spirituality, My Acknowledgement Of My Sexuality, My Being The Single Mother Of A Young Man.

Between The Sun And Poverty There Was Us For A Little While.

Hispanic Gives Us All One Ultimate Paternal Cultural Progenitor: Spain. The Diverse Cultures Already On The American Shores When The Europeans Arrived, As Well As Those Introduced Because Of The African Slave Trade, Are Completely Obliterated By The Term. Hispanic Is Nothing More Than A Concession Made By The U. S. Legislature When They Saw They Couldn't Get Rid Of Us. If We Won't Go Away, Why Not At Least Europeanize Us, Make Us Presentable Guests At The Dinner Table, Take Away Our Feathers And Rattles And Civilize Us Once And For All.