“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.” — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image
I probably have not killed anyone in America because I write, I've maintained good controls over myself by writing. — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image
...I write to keep in contact with our ancestors and to spread truth to people. — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image
What I'm trying to do is to tell young people that I teach them how to breathe before I teach the haiku. That one… — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image
... in order to be a true revolutionary, you must understand love. Love, sacrifice, and death. — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image
And I cried… for all of the women who stretched their bodies for civilizations, only to find ruins. — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image
So much of growing up is an unbearable waiting. A constant longing for another time. Another season. — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image
what i need is traveling minds talktouch kisses spittouch you swimming upstream. — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image
You can't have relationships with other people until you give birth to yourself. — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image
I still hear you humming, Mama. The colour of your song calls me home. The colour of your words saying, Let her be. She… — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image
Zora Neale Hurston said fear is the greatest emotion and I said, 'No my dear sister.' Fear will make us move to save our… — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image
No. Don't never go looking for love girl. Just wait. It'll come. Like the rain fallin' from the heaven, it'll come. Just don't never… — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image
