Ever since I realized there waz someone callt/ a colored girl an evil woman a bitch or a nag/ i been tryin not to be that & leave bitterness/ in somebody else's cup...
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Ntozake Shange
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for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf
Sassafrass, Cypress and Indigo
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i done forgot all abt wordsaint got no definitions
one thing I don__ needis any more apologiesi got sorry greetin me at my front dooryou can keep yrsi don__ know what to do wit emthey don__ open doorsor bring the sun backthey don__ make me happyor get a mornin paperdidn__ nobody stop usin my tears to wash carscuz a sorry.
but bein alive & bein a woman & bein colored is a metaphysicaldilemma/ i havent conquered yet/ do you see the pointmy spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of soul & gender/ my love is too delicate to have thrown back on my facemy love is too delicate to have thrown back on my face my love is too beautiful to have thrown back on my face my love is too sanctified to have thrown back on my face my love is too magic to have thrown back on my face my love is too saturday nite to have thrown back on my face my love is too complicated to have thrown back on my face my love is too music to have thrown back on my face
I started writing because there's an absence of things I was familiar with or that I dreamed about. One of my senses of anger is related to this vacancy - a yearning I had as a teenager... and when I get ready to write, I think I'm trying to fill that.
Our society allows people to be absolutely neurotic and totally out of touch with their feelings and everyone else's feelings and yet be very respectable.
i found god in myselfand i loved heri loved her fiercely
The slaves who were ourselves had known terror intimately, confused sunrise with pain, & accepted indifference as kindness.
i found god in myself& i loved her/ i loved her fiercely
i'm only human, & inadequacy is what makes us human, & if we was perfect we wdnt have nothin to strive for, so you might as well go on & forgive me pretty baby, cause i'm sorry
i am really colored & really sad sometimes & you hurt memore than i ever danced outta/ i am ready to die like a lily in thedesert/ & i cdnt let you in on it cuz i didnt know/ hereis what i have/ poems/ big thighs/ lil tits/ &so much love/ will you take it from me this one time/ please this is for you