So Forgive Me, Love, If I Cry

First I Was 'angry,' Then 'spiritual.' Now I Don't Know What I Am.

When I Pray, I'm Just Talking To What Some People Might Call Our Higher Selves: God, Myself, My Intuition, My Heart. Whatever That Is, That's Where I Go.

In A Perfect World, There Would Be No Censorship, Because There Would Be No Judgement. I Find The Hypocritical Aspect Disconcerting, To Say The Least. We Can Show People Being Murdered On Television, But I'm Not Able To Say "chickenshit" In Public. At The Same Time, I Understand That People Are Afraid. Because I Think Censorship Is About Fear. It's Just Fear Being Projected Onto Art.

At One Point, I Was Just Perceived As Only Being Angry, But Now I'm Being Perceived As Angry, Peaceful, And Spiritual.

I Just Feel Compelled To Continue To Be Transparent. It Just Really Levels The Playing Field And Eradicates The Shame That I Have, Or That One Might Have, About Being Human. So I'm Going To Just Keep Going.