Rap Is Poetry Set To Music. But

I Read A Comment That Made Me Think I Should Stop Singing For A While. And I Didn't Want To Stop Singing, Because It Was The Only Thing I Loved. At First I Thought, "maybe I'll Get Better And Eventually Please The Person Who Wrote About My Singing." But Then I Thought, "i Probably Will Never Please This Person. I Should Just Do What Pleases Me."

If Only I'd Known My Differentness Would Be An Asset, Then My Earlier Life Would Have Been Much Easier.

I Decided Years Ago Not To Read Stories About Myself Anymore. Each One Is A Potential Minefield: Whatever It Says, You're Bound To Take It The Wrong Way. Why Do It If You Know It's Going To Make You Miserable?

I Wish America Would Spend Even Half As Much Time Complaining About Plastics In Our Oceans As We Do About Actresses' Plastic Surgery.

Sometimes, When I Wake Up, My Soul Is In Another City!