To Begin Is No More

My Father Was Both The Person Who Gave Me Reason To Learn How To Fight And The One Who Taught Me The Basics Of Fighting. He Would Tell Me That If It Was A Big Fight, It Would Probably Be Uneven, It Wouldn't Be Fair

Poetry Is A Political Act Because It Involves Telling The Truth.

South Africa Used To Seem So Far Away. Then It Came Home To Me. It Began To Signify The Meaning Of White Hatred Here. That Was What The Sheets And The Suits And The Ties Covered Up, Not Very Well. That Was What The Cowardly Guys Calling Me Names From Their Speeding Truck Wanted To Happen To Me, To All Of Me: To My People. That Was What Would Happen To Me If I Walked Around The Corner Into The Wrong Neighborhood. That Was Birmingham. That Was Brooklyn. That Was Reagan. That Was The End Of Reason. South Africa Was How I Came To Understand That I Am Not Against War; I Am Against Losing The War.

Bisexuality Means I Am Free And I Am As Likely To Want To Love A Woman As I Am Likely To Want To Love A Man, And What About That? Isn't That What Freedom Implies?

Lately... Americans Have Begun To Understand That Trouble Does Not Start Somewhere On The Other Side Of Town. It Seems To Originate Inside The Absolute Middle Of The Homemade Cherry Pie. In Our History, The State Has Failed To Respond To The Weak. You Could Be White, Male, Presbyterian And Heterosexual Besides, But If You Get Fired Or If You Get Sick Tomorrow, You Might As Well Be Black, For All The State Will Want To Hear From You.