pride

i, Sharon, hereby declare that i am under no duress to say or write, in case way on the things that are declared for surely, it is i who is a witness that the indignant become the dying, the folded when once it was a clean slate and all those wrinkles get tucked away, for it is ugly are they not? it is what they want, they, how they use labels when they are the ones using a weapon forged and made within their hearts … … never mind all that, for it is quite clear how the story has begun, how it has been told, and they never once defied the status quo. it is clear as day to what i must do, to make this wrong right to make the world into a carving yearned by all those little hearts beating across the oceans, within here, this sacred place if it can be called that but who needs labels?