I sit and close my eyes.
All I see, a shadow of wounded women
Overwhelmed with fear of death crying for
peace! I mean liberty from the disease that
Has become a habit in our society of men.
What is it to become of our next generation?
Generation that will rear lion cabs to finish up the wild or
Teach them real path of accountability and respect?
What has become of you? Is because of they are weak?
Yes! Indeed they are! But strong their mountain is so strong
And civilized. She saw a pillar but has turned into a storm in the house.
My heart is broken! Every morning waking up in grieve of our
sisters,...