When You Read A Piece

There Isn't A Lot Of Poverty Literature In The Young-adult World. And I Don't Know Why That Is, But I Think Certainly I Felt A Gap.

My Father Was Always Depressed. When He Was Home And Sober, He Was Mostly In His Room.

Poetry = Anger X Imagination

We All Have To Find Our Own Ways To Say Good-bye.

In The Middle Of The Night, When You're Ambiguously Ethnic, Like Me, When You're Brown, Beige, Mauve, Siena, One Of Those Lighter Browns In The Crayola Box. You Have To Be Careful Of The Cops And Robbers, Because Nobody's Quite Sure What You Are, But Everybody Has Assumptions.