Always leaving: as in poetry, so in life
“As a poet, I write of mass Black exodus, ancient memory, unspoiled land and what I mean is that I want somewhere of my own.”
"I need to see my own beauty and to continue to be reminded that I am enough, that I am worthy of love without effort, that I am beautiful, that the texture of my hair and that the shape of my curves, the size of my lips, the color of my skin, and the feelings that I have are all worthy and okay."
— Tracee Ellis Ross