During my stint as a spoken word artist, a lot of my work had a humorous slant, which I started to notice teenagers and young people appreciated. But I wanted to be taken seriously as a “serious” poet. I remember when I was called to the stage to read one night, there were a handful of youngins in the audience who recognized me and my work and clapped in appreciation of what they thought was going to be a hilarious romp through poetic comedy. They got this instead. I remember one proudly exclaimed, “eww that’s nasty,” halfway through. This was also the time I realized “therapists” and “the rapists” were spelled exactly the same and somehow wanted to use that information. Nevertheless, I don’t think I ever performed this again. But I do have to say, hearing this through a “female-voiced” filter, it does give it a sense of delicacy my overgrown male ass could not give it. Thank you, Lily...