A Wrongdoing Doesn't Give Us The Right

Some Things Just Won’t Go Away, No Matter How Hard You Scrub.

It Amazed Me How Some People Could Touch An Instrument And Create Something So Beautiful, And When Others Tried, Like Me, It Just Sounded Like Mangled Noise.

We All Laced Together—a Brothel Madam, An English Professor, A Mute Cook, A Quadroon Cabbie, And Me, The Girl Carrying A Bucket Of Lies And Throwing Them Like Confetti.

How Did I Get Here How Did I End Up In The Arms Of A Boy I Barely Knew But Knew I Didn't Want To Lose I Wondered What I Would Have Thought Of Andrius In Lithuania. Would I Have Liked Him Would He Have Liked Me

A Wrongdoing Doesn't Give Us The Right To Do Wrong.