Without poetry, we'd allbe chained to fences of time.locked in,torn apart,played with by thecosmic dance.Don't get me wrong,the poems can'tcure cancer, or heal thelame dog's leg.But, they might givethe whores hope, and thehobos a home.Poetry tricks the mindinto seeing...

I am not a number  I am not a statistic  I am not a piece of data  I am not a series of code    I am unique  I am flawed  I am a mistake  I am the successful sperm  I am mutated DNA  I am human  I crawled now...