Most of us find it difficult to accept a definition of love that says we are never loved in a context where there is abuse.
Had middle class black women begun a movement in which they had labeled themselves “oppressed,” no one would have taken them seriously.
Representation is a crucial location of struggle for any exploited and oppressed people asserting subjectivity and decolonization of the mind.
Sexism has always been a political stance mediating social domination, enabling white men and black men to share a common sensibility about sex roles and the importance of male domination.
It is poetry that changes everything.
I’m tired of the naked, raped, beaten black woman body. I want to see an image of black femaleness that alters our universe in some way.
Like desire, language disrupts, refuses to be contained within boundaries.
Yearning is the word that best describes a common psychological state shared by many of us, cutting across boundaries of race, class, gender, and sexual practice.
Few people who are hit once by someone they love respond in the way they might to a singular physical assault by a stranger.
I think the Women’s movement has had a major impact on everybody’s lives in our nation and in the world as a whole.
I feel that my environment reflects my belief in the grace and art and elegance of living simply.
I’m so disturbed when my women students behave as though they can only read women, or black students behave as though they can only read blacks, or white students behave as though they can only identify with a white writer.
We judge on the basis of what somebody looks like, skin color, whether we think they’re beautiful or not. That space on the Internet allows you to converse with somebody with none of those things involved.
Do not expect to receive the love from someone else you do not give yourself.
I think Black people need to take self-esteem seriously.
Since loving is about knowing, we have more meaningful love relationships when we know each other and it takes time to know each other.
Death is with you all the time; you get deeper in it as you move towards it, but it’s not unfamiliar to you. It’s always been there, so what becomes unfamiliar to you when you pass away from the moment is really life.
It is a distortion of the notion of romantic love to want to see obedience as the quintessential expression of respect.
I get so tired of people acting like, you know, black men and women never help each other, never support each other.
I think I was always obsessed with esthetics.