Sometimes I Panic And Think I Can't

Don't Tell Me I Have Latent Sexism Or Racism That I Need To Confront. I Don't Believe That. I Think We Are So Burned By The Current Situation That We Want Somebody That It Isn't Possible To Have. We Want Someone Who Definitely Looks Like The Messiah.

It's Hard For Me To Believe That Just My Words On The Page Are Enough. I Ought To Be Out Physically Keeping Abortion Safe And Legal, Restoring The Fourth Amendment, Getting Clean Water Back Into Kentucky Since The Bush Administration Has Allowed Strip Miners To Fill It All Up With Slag. The List Is Endless. Bring It Down. Make It Small. Make It One Thing That You Can Do. It's Very Hard For Me To Remember That.

Sometimes I Think I'm A One-trick Pony Because I'm Not Very Inventive About New Ways Of Telling Stories.

Sometimes Life Seems So Painful It Hurts Even To Move My Arms.

The Day Of The March, We Were Forbidden To Go To The March Site. The Man I Worked For, The Presbyterian Minister, Knew We Would Want To Be Sort Of Martyrs For The Cause And Risk Arrest. He Didn't Want Any Of That Going On. So He Made Us Stay In The Neighborhood.