Sitting in a long stretch of poverty, she attempts an openmouthed, centering smile. She wants to be loving. She wants to be the next Martin Luther King Jr., Gandi, Ani Difranco, Pete Seeger, Mother Teresa. Without all the wife beating, cheating, and rage. A rebel with a cause, she's come this far, but lack of money seems to inhibit her from direct action.
I wrote that a long time ago but it is still relevant. I am human, I yearn for the impossible. I write the impossible into being. I heal the world with word.