In her town she is called the Conspirator, the Queen of Cups, the Blazing Lady of Salsa, La Despedida, and a thousand other names by those who wonder. She looks like all things to all people, and once she was---but now this hollow, transgressor, wants to be no one's trouble but her own. She is an artist, a poet, a dancer, and a siren. She has dreams that are too illicit to speak of---her life is like a poem only fit to be read by a stranger.
in the desert, rambling
In her town she is called the Conspirator, the Queen of Cups, the Blazing Lady of Salsa, La Despedida, and a thousand other names by those who wonder. She looks like all things to all people, and once she was---but now this hollow, transgressor, wants to be no one's trouble but her own. She is an artist, a poet, a dancer, and a siren. She has dreams that are too illicit to speak of---her life is like a poem only fit to be read by a stranger.
in the desert, rambling
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
Marianne Williamson
What I want to know is how the white man, with the blood of black people dripping off his fingers, can have the audacity to be asking black people why they hate him?
Malcolm X
