I Need To Be Cheered Up A

He's Picked Clean! Eaten By Cats!

By The 6th Grade I Stopped Doing Ordinary Things In Front Of People. It Had Been Ordinary To Sing, Kids Are Singing All The Time When They Are Little, But Then Something Happens. It's Not That We Stop Singing. I Still Sang. I Just Made Sure I Was Alone When I Did It. And I Made Sure I Never Did It Accidentally. That Thing We Call 'bursting Into Song.' I Believe This Happens To Most Of Us. We Are Still Singing, But Secretly And All Alone.

You Keep Seeing Your Picture On Posters That You Are Missing But You're Not. That'd Be Weird, Right? Or Say You Look Down At The Sidewalk And Earthworms Are Spelling Your Name. Or You Open A Peanut Bag And The 'hello' Is Written In Your Writing On The Inside Of The Shell. Would That Weird Ya?

It Is True That I Am A Person With Black Pockets Of Evil And Hatred In My Heart. There Are Underground Places Inside Of Me

The Minute You Understand Racism, You're Responsible For Being Racist. It's Like Eating From The Tree Of Knowledge.