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Ntozake Shange
By Anonym 14 Sep

Ntozake Shange

I write for young girls of color, for girls who don’t even exist yet, so that there is something there for them when they arrive. I can only change how they live, not how they think.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ntozake Shange

Exiles, she and Leroy. They didn't need to go to Paris; that would do no good. What's the point of being spat on in France? What could they do in Rio, where black people are a mythological presence? No, the frontiers in Leroy's destiny were the sounds he heard and gave back as music; for Cypress the terrain of the new world was art. Her dance, like her people before her, adapted to the contours of her new land.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ntozake Shange

somebody/ anybody sing a black girl's song bring her out to know herself to know you but sing her rhythms carin/ struggle/ hard times sing her song of life she's been dead so long closed in silence so long she doesn't know the sound of her own voice her infinite beauty she's half-notes scattered without rhythm/ no tune sing her sighs sing the song of her possibilities sing a righteous gospel let her be born let her be born & handled warmly.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ntozake Shange

one thing I don’t need is any more apologies i got sorry greetin me at my front door you can keep yrs i don’t know what to do wit em they don’t open doors or bring the sun back they don’t make me happy or get a mornin paper didn’t nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars cuz a sorry.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ntozake Shange

I'm a firm believer that language and how we use language determines how we act, and how we act then determines our lives and other people's lives.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ntozake Shange

I am gonna write poems til i die and when i have gotten outta this body i am gonna hang round in the wind and knock over everybody who got their feet on the ground.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ntozake Shange

Novels allow me to create a whole world.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ntozake Shange

i found god in myself & i loved her/ i loved her fiercely

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ntozake Shange

Our society allows people to be absolutely neurotic and totally out of touch with their feelings and everyone else's feelings, and yet be very respectable.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ntozake Shange

i found god in myself and i loved her i loved her fiercely

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ntozake Shange

but bein alive & bein a woman & bein colored is a metaphysical dilemma/ i havent conquered yet/ do you see the point my spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of soul & gender/ my love is too delicate to have thrown back on my face my love is too delicate to have thrown back on my face my love is too beautiful to have thrown back on my face my love is too sanctified to have thrown back on my face my love is too magic to have thrown back on my face my love is too saturday nite to have thrown back on my face my love is too complicated to have thrown back on my face my love is too music to have thrown back on my face

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ntozake Shange

I started writing because there's an absence of things I was familiar with or that I dreamed about. One of my senses of anger is related to this vacancy - a yearning I had as a teenager. . .and when I get ready to write, I think I'm trying to fill that. . .

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ntozake Shange

Being alive and being a woman is all I got, but being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I haven't conquered yet.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ntozake Shange

i done forgot all abt words aint got no definitions

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ntozake Shange

Ever since I realized there waz someone callt/ a colored girl an evil woman a bitch or a nag/ i been tryin not to be that & leave bitterness/ in somebody else's cup...

By Anonym 19 Sep

Ntozake Shange

The slaves who were ourselves had known terror intimately, confused sunrise with pain, & accepted indifference as kindness.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ntozake Shange

my spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of soul & gender

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ntozake Shange

When I die, I will no be guilty of having left a generation of girls behind thinking that anyone can tend to their emotional health other than themselves.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ntozake Shange

nice is such a rip-off.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ntozake Shange

The slaves who were ourselves had known terror intimately, confused sunrise with pain, & accepted indifference as kindness.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ntozake Shange

I'm committed to the idea that one of the few things human beings have to offer is the richness of unconscious and conscious emotional responses to being alive. ... The kind of esteem that's given to brightness/smartness obliterates average people or slow learners from participating fully in human life, particularly technical and intellectual life. But you cannot exclude any human being from emotional participation.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Ntozake Shange

What I want and I wanted to be unforgettable.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ntozake Shange

Right now being born a girl is to be born threatened.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ntozake Shange

i am really colored & really sad sometimes & you hurt me more than i ever danced outta/ i am ready to die like a lily in the desert/ & i cdnt let you in on it cuz i didnt know/ here is what i have/ poems/ big thighs/ lil tits/ & so much love/ will you take it from me this one time/ please this is for you

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ntozake Shange

When words & manners leave you no space for yourself make very personal very clear & your obstructions will join you or disappear.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ntozake Shange

i usedta live in the world really be in the world free & sweet talkin good mornin & thank-you & nice day uh huh i cant now i cant be nice to nobody nice is such a rip-off regular beauty & a smile in the street is just a set-up

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ntozake Shange

Cypress laid waste to the tunnels, caverns, and shadows of the other world. She drew upon memories of her own blood: her presence would be a mortal threat to those who wounded, maimed, her ancestors, her lovers, Leroy. Like those women before her, who loaded bundles on their heads and marched off to fields that were not their own, like the "bearers" of her dreams swamped with births of infants they would never rear, Cypress clung to her body, the body of a dancer; the chart of her recklessness, her last weapon, her perimeters: blood, muscle, and the will to simply change the world.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Ntozake Shange

our dreams draw blood from old sores.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ntozake Shange

I hit my head against the wall because I don't want to know all the terrible things that I know about. I don't want to feel all these wretched things, but they're in me already. If I don't get rid of them, I'm not ever going to feel anything else.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Ntozake Shange

Creation is everything you do. Make something.