I'm A Very Vicious Critic Of Myself.

I Found There's A Fairly Blatant Racism In America That's Already There, And I Don't Think I Noticed It When I Lived Here As A Kid. But When I Went Back To South Africa, And Then It's Sort Of Thrust In Your Face, And Then Came Back Here - I Just See It Everywhere.

Everyday Should Be A Good Day To Die

I Do Still Get Shocked Every Once In A While When I Catch My Reflection When I'm Walking Past A Glass Building, But It's In My Mind About Getting Older And Finding Out What I'm Going To Look Like As It Unfolds - Or As It Folds, Depending On Where The Marks And Scars Land.

A Lot Of The Time, I Write A Lot Of Angry Stuff, But Then I Don't Want To Be A Finger-pointer - I'd Rather Be A Cheerleader Than A Judge. I Don't Want To Preach As If I'm In Some Position Of Righteousness, But I Do Want To Speak My Mind And Scream At The Clouds And Shout Out Of The Pit Of Hopelessness That I Sometimes Think The Human Race Is In.

Look, Here Are We, On This Starry Night Staring Into Space, And I Must Say, I Feel As Small As Dust, Lying Down Here...