December 1, 2000: The point of imperfection

Please think for me—look at my place of thought. Now ask, what was he thinking at the point of half a page? Touch the words while feeling where I’ve been. What I share is commitment and safety, something my father and career could never do. My disappointment doesn’t come from God but rather preachers who think they’re God. Kiss not my ass or drop dollars into my basket—my world isn’t silent, its God whispering.