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I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes. Smell What Fouled Tunes Come In To His Breath. Love His Wretched Women.

The Torture Of Being The Unseen Object, And The Constantly Observed Subject.

And Now Each Night, I Count The Stars. And Each Night I Get The Same Number. And When The Stars Won't Come To Be Counted, I Count The Holes They Leave.

I Am A Soul In The World: In The World Of My Soul The Whirled Light From The Day The Sacked Land Of My Father.

From The Slave Ship To The Citizenship We Faced A Lot Of Bullship