I Started Writing Poetry When I Was

Being A Mother Is Probably The Hardest Job In The World. I Feel Like, In A Lot Of Ways, Children Come Into The World To Teach Us.

People Are Always Asking, 'is Everything Ok?' Look, I Was Not Depressed, Ok? I Was Just Freaking Exhausted.

My Father Identified As A Black Man. No One Asked Him Because He Was Clearly Black. But People Always Ask Me. If We Were Together, People Would Look At Us In A Really Strange Way. It Sucked. As A Little Girl I Had Blond Hair And They'd Look At Me, Look At Him, And Be Disgusted.

It's Hard To Be Someone That People Talk About And Write About, You Know? They Don't Know Me.

After Every Storm, If You Look Hard Enough, A Rainbow Appears.