I Am The History Of The Rejection

We Do Not Deride The Fears Of Prospering White America. A Nation Of Violence And Private Property Has Every Reason To Dread The Violated And The Deprived.

I Am A Stranger, Learning To Love The Strangers Around Me

There Are Two Ways To Worry Words. One Is Hoping For The Greatest Possible Beauty In What Is Created. The Other Is To Tell The Truth.

My Father Was Both The Person Who Gave Me Reason To Learn How To Fight And The One Who Taught Me The Basics Of Fighting. He Would Tell Me That If It Was A Big Fight, It Would Probably Be Uneven, It Wouldn't Be Fair

If We Lived In A Democratic State Our Language Would Have To Hurtle, Fly, Curse, And Sing, In All The Common American Names, All The Undeniable And Representative And Participating Voices Of Everybody Here.