And Then She Asks Me How Many

Last September 16th, I Was Walking In Downtown Seattle When This Pick-up Truck Pulls Up In Front Of Me. Guy Leans Out The Window And Yells, "go Back To Your Own Country," And I Was Laughing So Hard Because It Wasn't So Much A Hate Crime As A Crime Of Irony.

Everybody Likes To Have A Place To Think, To Meditate, To Eat A Burrito.

Estranged From The Tribe That Gives No Protection, What Happens To The Soul That Hates Its Reflection?

You Know, People Speak In Poetry All The Time. They Just Don't Realize It.

I End Up Feeling Like A Spy In The House Of Ethnicity, You Know? Because People Will Talk Around Me As They Would Talk Around The People In Their Cultural Group. So I Get To Hear All The Secrets And Jokes And You Know, I'm A Part Of Every Community Because Of The Way I Look.