Sit In This Quiet Storm
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It’s very, very important that you study poetry and understand that it’s a cruel master, because it will whip your ass sometimes - but you will look up and say “thank you” and come on back into the wind and begin that process again. Poetry, to me, is the greatest genre on the planet earth because it is an exacting mistress and master - because it does kick your ass; but it also sings to you sometimes in the morning. When you do a poem, and you say it and go out on the porch and say it again, and it sings to you, you have to thank the Creator for making you a poet.
Sonia Sanchez (thanks to phunkmeisterphresh! (via caitsmeissner)
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed

floorplan:

keep your eyes open for lost cities
and hidden temples.

keep your mouth closed
when I am telling you how much I love you.

I do this by matching your socks
after I wash them.

remember to breathe
when I kiss you.

remember that your hands are
sacred vessels that should only be used for good…

I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see in the mirror on a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who ever taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass.
Andrea Gibson  (via scatterhearted)

“I am a poem in progress; Remember that this is not the final copy.”
— Staceyann Chin

Many of us, too many of us, do suffer the anxiety induced by the pressure to speak ‘correctly’, and therefore we come to doubt our writing skills. And, whatever our relationship to language, all mestizas are products of the hegemony that has instilled in us contempt for our cultural identity.
Ana Castillo (1991: 168)