We Are Rebels For A Cause, Poets

[paris] Is Dirty. It Has Pigeons And Black Yards. The People Have White Skin.

I Explained To Him, However, That My Nature Was Such That My Physical Needs Often Got In The Way Of My Feelings.

Thoughts Of Suicide Have Got Me Through Many A Bad Night.

Rebellion Cannot Exist Without The Feeling That Somewhere, In Some Way, You Are Justified.

On Good Days, If You Trust Life, Life Has To Answer You.