31 Quotes by Sonia Sanchez

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

Girl don’t you know yet that you don’t never give up on love? Don’t you know you has in you the pulse of winds? The noise of dragonflies?

They’s men and mens. Some good. Some bad. Some breathing death. Some breathing life.

this country might havebeen a pio neer landonce.but. there ain’tno mo indians blowingcuster’s mind with a differentimage of america. this countrymight have needed shoot/outs/daily/ once. but. there ain’tno mo real/white/ allamerican bad/guys.just. u & me. blk/and un/armed.this country might havebeen a pion eer land. once. and it still is.check out the fallinggun/shells on our blk/tomorrows.

They were coming again, thosewords insistent as his hands had been, pounding inside me, demanding their time and place. I relaxed as my hands moved across the paper like one possessed.

if i had known, ifi had known you, i would haveleft my love at home.-Haiku

To P.J. (2 yrs old who sed writea poem for me in Portland, Oregon)if i cud ever write apoem as beautiful as ulittle 2/yr/old/brotha,I wud laugh, jump, leapup and touch the starscuz u be the poem i try foreach time i pick up a pen and paper.u. and Morani and Mungube our blue/blk/stars thatwill shine on our lives andmakes us finally BE.if i cud ever write a poem as beautifulas u, little 2/yr/old/brotha,poetry wud go out of bizness.

your handshumming hurricanesof beauty.

this day is notreal. the crowing ofthe far-awaycarillons ringout directionless. even you areun real roastingunder a manhattan skywhile passersby flaptheir indecent tongues.even i am unreal but iam black andthought to bewithout meaning.- on seeing Pacifist burn