I Appreciate And Enjoy My Age.

I Grow Old Though Pleased With My Memories The Tasks I Can No Longer Complete Are Balanced By The Love Of The Tasks Gone Past I Offer No Apology Only This Plea: When I Am Frayed And Strained And Drizzle At The End Please Someone Cut A Square And Put Me In A Quilt That I Might Keep Some Child Warm And Some Old Person With No One Else To Talk To Will Hear My Whispers And Cuddle Near

My Dream Is A Red Dress Above My Knees High-heel Red Sandals And Me Coming Over The Top The Music Booming Hi Howie I Will Say With A Lovely Smile I Don't Want To Play The Game I Want To Be It.

Art Is Not For The Cultivated Taste. It Is To Cultivate Taste.

We Write Because We Believe The Human Spirit Cannot Be Tamed And Should Not Be Trained.

Hip-hop Is A Cultural Expression - It's Embracing.