I'm A Shy Person. I Don't Know

I Was Literally The Black Sheep Of The Family, And There Were Definitely Moments Of Discomfort While My Grandmother Was Working Through Her Racism.

What Saddens Me Is The Corruption Of Youth And Beauty, And The Loss Of Soul, Which Is Only Replaced By Money.

Let Those Who Know Know, And Let Me Keep What Little Privacy I Can.

It's Okay To Be A Freak.

My Life Is Art. Its How I Express God.