Woc Quotes

A black woman making art is a disruptive act. Every story that I tell as a woman is a political act, even if I want to tell a 'silly love story.' The fact it exists through my gaze is radical.

We walked in wisdom with our shadows, in search of the dead part of ourselves, which would be our shelter.

A rural Venus, Selah rises from the gold foliage of the Sixhiboux River, sweeps petals of water from her skin. At once, clouds begin to sob for such beauty. Clothing drops like leaves. "No one makes poetry,my Mme. Butterfly, my Carmen, in Whylah,” I whisper. She smiles: “We’ll shape it with our souls.” Desire illuminates the dark manuscript of our skin with beetles and butterflies. After the lightning and rain has ceased, after the lightning and rain of lovemaking has ceased, Selah will dive again into the sunflower-open river.

Women trailed around vendors, baskets on their arms, bartering for a low price, despite the fact their purses carried plenty of coin. I envied their warm coats and the ruffles on their long dresses. They were never cold, never dressed in threadbare clothes, and never went hungry. They also never worried about what would happen to them if they had an episode and passed out in a gutter. It was no use dwelling on what I didn’t have.