The Price We Pay For Being Ourselves

The Thing That Hurts, That Became Anger, Was When I Realized That If You Tell The Truth, In A Country That Says You’re Entitled To Tell The Truth, You Get Your Face Slapped And You Get Put Out Of Work.

I Have To Keep Testing Myself.

I Still Can't Go Over A Subway Grating Without Looking Down To See If There Is Some Money There.

I'm A Dirt Person. I Trust The Dirt. I Don't Trust Diamonds And Gold.

In Essence, I'm A Sophisticated Cotton Picker.