We're All Travelling Heavy With Illusions.

But We Danced, Under Wigs And Between Unfinished Walls, Through Broken Promises And Around Empty Cupboards.

It's Not Oil That Runs The World, It's Shame.

I Don’t Want Long Hair, I Don’t Want Short Hair, I Don’t Want Hair At All, And I Don’t Want To Be A Girl Or A Boy. I Want To Be A Yellow And Orange Leaf Some Little Kid Picks Up And Pastes In His Scrapbook.

I've Come To The Point In My Life Where I Encourage Young Native Americans To Become Much More Selfish About Their Personal Needs And Wants.

Poetry = Anger X Imagination