Tag: toni_morrison

I walked here. A long, long, long, long way
Some things go. Pass on. Some things just stay
There was nowhere else gracefully to go
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it
You think I don’t know how to walk when I want to walk?
Come here. I want to show you something
I just want to get out alive and breathing
When night came he just sat, at the foot of a tree
It moves and changes from one kind of black to another
Some just empty. Some like fingers. And it don’t stay still
There’re five or six kinds of black. Some silky, some woolly
You think dark is just one color, but it ain’t
Through the blast of the gun and the picking of his pocket he slept like a baby
Look out, womens. Here he come. Huh!
Anything that happens after this party breaks up is nothing
I know what you came for
To see how black I was
She didn’t want to be like that
She buttoned her coat and left the drugstore
In no time laughter was rocking them both
Damn the snakes my man was coming for me
Everybody needs a pile of newspapers
The ping of desire that surfaced along with his whisper
Daylight slants like a razor cutting the buildings in half
A poisened silence floated through the rooms like a big fishnet
On the spot, without introduction
The problem for those left alive …
… is what to do about revenge
Death is always thinking about me
She remembered the bus ride back
The world outdoes them every time
My nature is a quiet one, anyway