Not a sound of banging fists, not crazy call the police, trash upon waking, not a lot of things, where I pull myself around, not dreams deferered or being treated like an other, as one of the others, or lone, its got to be the sun in the eyes, a ripe fruit wih life, the battles to win, celebrating, the breaking of new days.

Liberation.

A Nice English Breakfast!

And suddenly, THERE SHE WAS!

It is getting harder to imagine a better world, but I won't give up.