Creation Is Everything You Do. Make Something.

Somebody/ Anybody Sing A Black Girl's Song Bring Her Out To Know Herself To Know You But Sing Her Rhythms Carin/ Struggle/ Hard Times Sing Her Song Of Life She's Been Dead So Long Closed In Silence So Long She Doesn't Know The Sound Of Her Own Voice Her Infinite Beauty She's Half-notes Scattered Without Rhythm/ No Tune Sing Her Sighs Sing The Song Of Her Possibilities Sing A Righteous Gospel Let Her Be Born Let Her Be Born & Handled Warmly.

Nice Is Such A Rip-off.

I Hit My Head Against The Wall Because I Don't Want To Know All The Terrible Things That I Know About. I Don't Want To Feel All These Wretched Things, But They're In Me Already. If I Don't Get Rid Of Them, I'm Not Ever Going To Feel Anything Else.

When Words & Manners Leave You No Space For Yourself Make Very Personal Very Clear & Your Obstructions Will Join You Or Disappear.

I Usedta Live In The World Really Be In The World Free & Sweet Talkin Good Mornin & Thank-you & Nice Day Uh Huh I Cant Now I Cant Be Nice To Nobody Nice Is Such A Rip-off Regular Beauty & A Smile In The Street Is Just A Set-up