I may be a hopeless romantic and my ascent towards the top may not be frantic enough as some might prefer… as they sit in their glass house clutching their pearls. I say keep your fancy job in that executive suite, while I prioritize the ones that got me back on my two feet. For I am not a lone vessel in a vast sea but a small part of a vast fleet. It resides inside of a heart which pleads for peace in what is left of our humanity… 

For as long as I can, I will subsist on the love given to me and if you allow me this respite, I will alight the fires and raise the pyres on which we celebrate our victories. Not in the blood we shed but in the love we spread in the names of our mothers and fathers. We bear this banner on all of our alters, be it God or Man, we forged a new path where we acknowledge the travesties and choose to not concede to those who bend their knee toward the hand that feeds on our blood, sweat, and tears, but question the needs of the power that seeks to silence the minority.