Art Is A Luxury But Also A

People Think That There Is A Country There That These People Are Only Around When They Are On Cnn. I Don't Think That's Limited To Haiti.

Creating These Messes That Go From Administration To Administration And Then You Swoop In And Clean Them Up - With That Heroic Delta Force - People Not Realizing That They Were Always There But Doing Different Things Than What We See Them Doing At The Moment.

Anger Is A Wasted Emotion.

I Was Neither Doing These People Nor Myself A Favor By Showing Up When My Heart Wasn't In It. There Were Not Getting The Real Me, The Whole Me, The True Me.

When You Write, It’s Like Braiding Your Hair. Taking A Handful Of Coarse Unruly Strands And Attempting To Bring Them Unity. Your Fingers Have Still Not Perfected The Task. Some Of The Braids Are Long, Others Are Short. Some Are Thick, Others Are Thin. Some Are Heavy. Others Are Light. Like The Diverse Women Of Your Family. Those Whose Fables And Metaphors, Whose Similes And Soliloquies, Whose Diction And Je Ne Sais Quoi Daily Slip Into Your Survival Soup, By Way Of Their Fingers.