Be then as Children before God:
Is it too much to ask for inspiration again? To consider a recalibration after so many failed attempts? Is it possible to lean this life, against the fence, and simply walk away? To put down my cynicism? To walk back the jaded shades of me that have clouded every color in my soul? Is it possible to leave behind the rotting things that permeate my exterior? The relationships that bind to my soul by chain and hook, and no way out? I thrived once, on the few who stood against the crowd. Those who still managed to shatter ceilings and break records, with a vagina between their legs, and a true patriarchial army positioned before them, as if to say...."you stop here!". I am no feminist...but what I am is a history lover, a realist, an optimist...and no one, can take away the woman's struggle, long before races themselves claimed sole sufferage for their kind. ...