Quotes from Sonia Sanchez

the first day i shot dope was on a sunday. i had just come home from church got mad at my mother cuz she got mad at me. u dig?

All poets, all writers are political. They either maintain the status quo, or they say, 'Something's wrong, let's change it for the better.'

The joy of poetry is that it will wait for you. Novels don't wait for you. Characters change. But poetry will wait. I think it's the greatest art.

The black artist is dangerous. Black art controls the 'Negro's' reality, negates negative influences, and creates positive images.

So much of growing up is an unbearable waiting. A constant longing for another time. Another season.

... in order to be a true revolutionary, you must understand love. Love, sacrifice, and death.

I cannot tell the truth about anything unless I confess being a student, growing and learning something new every day. The more I learn, the clearer my view of the world becomes.

The most fundamental truth to be told in any art form, as far as Blacks are concerned, is that America is killing us.

...I write to keep in contact with our ancestors and to spread truth to people.

Come windless invader I am a carnival of Stars, a poem of blood.

I cannot tell the truth about anything unless I confess being a student, growing and learning something new every day. The more I learn, the clearer my view of the world becomes.

Let me wear the day Well so when it reaches you You will enjoy it.

your hands humming hurricanes of beauty.

what i need is traveling minds talktouch kisses spittouch you swimming upstream.

Your days still half-opened, crackle like the fires to come. Outside. The earth. Wind. Night. Unfold for you. Listen to their sounds. They have sung me seasons that never abandoned me.

How to dance in blood and remain sane?

I write to keep in contact with our ancestors and to spread truth to people.

3. i have told you my name so there is tomorrow. 4. see me through your own eyes i am here.

but i am what i am. woman. alone amid all this noise.

if i had known, if i had known you, i would have left my love at home. -Haiku

once upon an afternoon i became still-life i carried a balloon and a long black knife.)

your face like summer lightning gets caught in my voice and i draw you up from deep rivers taste your face of a thousand names see you smile a new season hear your voice a wild sea pausing in the wind

I probably have not killed anyone in America because I write, I've maintained good controls over myself by writing.

Haiku [For you] love between us is speech and breath. loving you is a long river running