
Don: I like sleeping alone, stretching out like a skydiver...Cool patches to roll onto. I just appreciate it more.
Don: "The reason you haven't felt it is because it doesn't exist. What you call love was invented by guys like me, to sell nylons. You're born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts. But I never forget. I'm living like there's no tomorrow, because there isn't one."
This poem was nominated poem of 2005. Written by anAfrican kid, amazing thought:"When I born, I Black, When I grow up, I Black, When Igo in Sun, I Black, When I scared, I Black, When Isick, I Black, And when I die, I still black... Andyou White fellow, When you born, you pink, When yougrow up, you White, When you go in Sun, you Red, Whenyou cold, you blue, When you scared, you yellow, Whenyou sick, you Green, And when you die, you Gray... Andyou call me colored???"