The More You Know Of Your History,

I'm A Spring Leaf Trembling In Anticipation.

I've Always Written. There's A Journal Which I Kept From About 9 Years Old. The Man Who Gave It To Me Lived Across The Street From The Store And Kept It When My Grandmother's Papers Were Destroyed. I'd Written Some Essays. I Loved Poetry, Still Do. But I Really, Really Loved It Then.

I've Had Rainbows In My Clouds.

All Great Achievements Require Time.

Out Of The Huts Of History's Shame I Rise.