"And if I ever let love go because the hatred and the whisperings become a phantom dictation, I obey in lieu of impulse and realities—the blossoming flamingos of my wild mimosa trees—then let love freeze me out, from I must become a menace to my enemies." - June Jordan
24 x 30 in Oil on canvas
"And if I ever let love go because the hatred and the whisperings become a phantom dictation, I obey in lieu of impulse and realities—the blossoming flamingos of my wild mimosa trees—then let love freeze me out, from I must become a menace to my enemies." - June Jordan
24 x 30 in Oil on canvas