“The caress of each word becoming one with the page. Twisting beneath the touch of the pen, forming a trail of permanent kisses, until they reach me.” — N'Zuri Za Austin Copy Share Image
“I stand for women. I stand for men. I stand for those the world ignores. I stand for those who break, yet rise again. I stand for the disabled, the lost, the poor. I stand for the outcast, the unheard,… — N'Zuri Za Austin Copy Share
“The caress of each word becoming one with the page. Twisting beneath the touch of the pen, forming a trail of permanent kisses, until… — N'Zuri Za Austin Copy Share Image
“I stand for women. I stand for men. I stand for those the world ignores. I stand for those who break, yet rise again. I stand for the disabled, the lost, the poor. I stand for the outcast, the unheard, the unseen. I stand for children, for their dreams and their light. I stand for the elderly, their wisdom, their… — N'Zuri Za Austin Copy Share
“She is a poem. She is an old one, a new one, one waiting to be written. She is.” — N'Zuri Za Austin Copy Share Image
