Poetry Is Music Written For The Human

My Pride Had Been Starched By A Family Who Assumed Unlimited Authority In Its Own Affairs.

I Think A Hero Is Any Person Really Intent On Making This A Better Place For All People.

You May Write Me Down In History With Your Bitter, Twisted Lies. You May Trod Me In The Very Dirt, But Still Like Dust, I'll Rise.

Cooking Certain Dishes, Like Roast Pork, Reminds Me Of My Mother.

I Can Be Changed By What Happens To Me. But I Refuse To Be Reduced By It.