It's a poem about the transformational power of speaking out in the face of thousands of 'fans' booing you.
Only a smattering of folks across the country understand the language, and I’m sorry to say that doesn’t include many academics.
We were so blind that, in the name of righteousness, we committed our own ethical and moral atrocities.
No political group fully represents my views. I’m a bridge person.
If you’re stocking the shelves of your survival shelter, don’t forget to throw in a few gripping novels.
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