Poor Thing. To Die And Never See

For I Could Not Read Or Speak And On The Long Nights I Could Not Turn The Moon Off Or Count The Lights Of Cars Across The Ceiling.

Inside Many Of Us Is A Small Old Man Who Wants To Get Out.

Women Are Born Twice.

Let God Be Some Tribal Female Who Is Known But Forbidden.

All I Wanted Was A Little Piece Of Life, To Be Married, To Have Children.... I Was Trying My Damnedest To Lead A Conventional Life, For That Was How I Was Brought Up, And It Was What My Husband Wanted Of Me. But One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep The Nightmares Out.