To Heal The Wound, You Have To

The Rain Is Sharp Today, As You Shock Me Sane.

I Know That Mess Spelled Backwards Is Ssem And I Felt Much Better Armed With That Information.

I Call That God The Little G. Because The God That We've Been Worshipping Is Not To Me The Supreme Creator. Anybody Who Needs To Control And Make People Feel Ashamed. . .it's Like, 'i Send My Only Begotten Son. . .' Well You Know, That Concept Of Sending A Son Where We As Women Could, Like, Breastfeed Him And Give Him Milk, But He's Not Gonna Soil His Dinky With Us? What's That All About?

An Interview Will Seem Very Sane To Me, And I'll Find Out That The Journalist Was Laughing Out Of The Side Of His Mouth Half Of The Time.

There's A Side To This Industry That Nurtures Divas Who Can't Write. It's A Big Business.