I Was Born Trash In A Land

Teenagers Are Free Verse Walking Around On Two Legs.

Women Lose Their Lives Not Knowing They Can Do Something Different...i Claimed Myself And Remade My Life. Only When I Knew I Belonged To Myself Completely Did I Become Capable Of Giving Myself To Another, Of Finding Joy In Desire, Pleasure In Our Love, Power In This Body No One Else Owns.

I Put On The Page A Third Look At What I've Seen In Life - The Reinvented Experience Of A Cross-eyed Working-class Lesbian, Addicted To Violence, Language And Hope, Who Has Made The Decision To Live, Is Determined To Live, On The Page And On The Street, For Me And Mine.

Beauty Is A Hard Thing. Beauty Is A Mean Story. Beauty Is Slender Girls Who Die Young, Fine-featured Delicate Creatures About Whom Men Write Poems. Beauty, My First Girlfriend Said To Me, Is That Inner Quality Often Associated With Great Amounts Of Leisure Time. And I Loved Her For That.

Stories Are The One Sure Way I Know To Touch The Heart And Change The World.