Heartbreak Was The Impetus To Me Writing

My Mother's A Genius. She Just Kept Feeding Me Art On Whatever We Had; Paper Plates, Silver Platter, Didn't Matter. You Know, She Just Kept Feeding It To Me. So We Went To See All Kinds Of Theater. We Would Go To The Art Museum Pretty Much Every Sunday, And I Would Watch Her. She Let Me Know That Art Was Supposed To Touch.

I Don't Rhyme Right Now, But I May Ten Years From Now.

I Need My Man To Be My Homie.

Sometimes, For Principle, Your Gonna Have To Kick Some Ass.

One Of The Reasons My Ex-husband And I Broke Up Is That He Stopped Eating My Food.