I Am Diagnosed With Not

I Remember The Horror Story That I Told Myself Over And Over Again. I'm Totally Alone In My Body. I'm Totally Alone In My Head And Nobody Will Ever See Through My Eyes. I'm Just Completely Alone.

I Just Look Like A Transvestite When I Try To Dress Up. There's No Place To Hide My Balls.

By The Time I Would Have Graduated, At 22, I Was A Writer And Featured Performer On Saturday Night Live.

And Then Before Going Back For My Sophomore Year, I Decided To Change My Major To Arts And Sciences, And My Dad Cut A Deal With Me: He Said If I'd Quit School He'd Pay My Rent For The Next Three Years, As If I Were In School.

I'll Be Back. I'll Be Black. I'll Be White Black.