If I Am Going To Be A

I Cut My Teeth As The Black Raccoon-- For Implements Of Battle.

Never Love With All Your Heart, It Only Ends In Aching.

My Poetry Has Become The Way Of My Giving Out What Music Is Within Me.

Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion Out Of Rods

The Truth Is... Everything Counts. Everything. Everything We Do And Everything We Say. Everything Helps Or Hurts; Everything Adds To Or Takes Away From Someone Else.