FOR NTOZAKE
As I held her in my arms
she cried
as I washed the blood
she died
a little
rejuvenation of the spirit starts with love
love breeds love
hate breeds hate
but, understanding is the path to freedom
I know what she meant
when she talked of suicide
and rainbows
and just for your information,
they have no end.
Written on March 21, 1993, Henderson Hall, Arlington, VA.