...my Heart May Have Been In It

...my Heart May Have Been In It But My Soul Was Not.

Question Everything. Every Stripe, Every Star, Every Word Spoken. Everything.

Now, About That Mulatto Teacher And Me. There Was No Love There For Each Other. There Was Not Even Respect. We Were Enemies If Anything. He Hated Me, And I Knew It, And He Knew I Knew It. I Didn't Like Him, But I Needed Him, Needed Him To Tell Me Something That None Of The Others Could Or Would.

I Write To Try To Find Out Who I Am. One Of My Main Themes Is Manliness. I Think I'm Trying To Figure Out What Manliness Really Is.

Words Mean Nothing. Action Is The Only Thing. Doing. That's The Only Thing.