What Is Love But A Prelude To

How Do You Explain What It Feels Like To Get On The Stage And Make Poetry That You Know Sinks Into The Hearts And Souls Of People Who Are Unable To Express It

The Worst Thing About That Kind Of Prejudice... Is That While You Feel Hurt And Angry And All The Rest Of It, It Feeds You Self-doubt. You Start Thinking, Perhaps I Am Not Good Enough.

I Try To Swim Every Damn Day I Can, And I've Learned To Scuba Dive And Snorkel.

I Made Wine From The Lilac Tree/put My Heart In Its Recipe/it Makes Me See What I Want To See/and Be What I Want To Be

Since I Was Three I've Been Playing The Piano. I've Been Onstage.