I Have Never Heard A More Eloquent

Because I Am Still A Little Girl Who Believes In Santa And The Tooth Fairy And You.

Some Adults Would Rather Pretend That Bad Things Dont Exist Than To Talk About Them.

Used To Be That My Whole Body Was My Canvas-hot Cuts Licking My Ribs, Ladder Rungs Climbing My Arms, Thick Milkweed Stalks Shooting Up My Thighs.

You Must Walk Alone To Find Your Soul.

Can The Plural Possessive Express The Feelings In Your Heart? If You Don't Learn Art Now, You Will Never Learn To Breathe!