My Mother Is Irish, My Father Is

You Talk To People And They Seem Really Nice And Then You Read What They Write And It's Very Disillusioning. You Have To Deal With How People Let You Down In Terms Of That. Because I Think I'm Basically A Nice Person And I Think I'm A Real Person, And A Lot Of People Aren't.

You Can Fight Against People, And Fight To The Death, But ... Can't Control The World.

We're All A Little Wacko Sometimes, And If We Think We're Not, Maybe We Are More Than We Know.

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.

I'm Not Great At Putting My Hair Into A Bun, But I'll Do It If I Have To.