There Is Nothing Wrong With Me. These

For One Moment We Are Not Failed Tests And Broken Condoms And Cheating On Essays; We Are Crayons And Lunch Boxes And Swinging So High Our Sneakers Punch Holes In The Clouds.

I Am Beginning To Measure Myself In Strength, Not Pounds. Sometimes In Smiles.

Be Aggressive, Be-be Aggressive! B-e A-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e

Do I Want To Die From The Inside Out Or The Outside In?

The Light Beyond My Eyes Flashflashflashes With A Hundred Futures For Me. Doctor. Ship's Captain. Forest Ranger. Librarian. Beloved Of That Man Or That Women Or Those Children Or Those People Who Voted For Me Or Who Painted My Picture. Poet. Acrobat. Engineer. Friend. Guardian. Avenging Whirlwind. A Million Futures--not All Pretty, Not All Long, But All Of Them Mine. I Do Have A Choice" - P. 271