Nothing Even Matters.

A soft woman is simply a wolf caught in meditation.

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One day it just gets better. There’s no explanation or reason why . You just wake up and you’re not angry anymore.

I am black; I am in total fusion with the world, in sympathetic affinity with the earth, losing my id in the heart of the cosmos — and the white man, however intelligent he may be, is incapable of understanding Louis Armstrong or songs from the Congo. I am black, not because of a curse, but because my skin has been able to capture all the cosmic effluvia. I am truly a drop of sun under the earth.

I mourn the flower I could have been had my roots never been uprooted.

You are a woman. That alone is everything. You were already a completed poem the moment you left your mothers womb.

We think we procrastinate but the cosmos unfolds with immaculate timing. We are always exactly on time.