Howling and beying, pulled in among the thorns. The prickly Breyers scratch and cut an unsuspecting Hound that's caught in a rut. Chasing that brown rabbit through a meadow and the grassy field. The rabbit scampers safely into a Briar Patch that will not yield. The Relentless Hound backs out, a skin full of pricker Breyers but none the worse for wear. The dog just sits and beys as the rabbits off laughing somewhere.

I can be curious and I can  be Bitchie. I can be obstinate and I can be loving. I can be uninterested and I can be arousing, so just patiently love me. Some days I don't like the hair on my toes and some days I can't stay inside. There are times when shoes are optional and I want to show my Wild Side. So if you are willing and strong enough to take this trip you see. Then in time you will get to discover all of the different parts of me.

Forgive me for where I have been and what I may have done. See me as I now am, and look at what I may become. Like a rare flower I need to be nurtured, but I can be stronger than you know. Given the chance I will grow into tomorrow, just be patient and watch me go. Stand firmly with me and miracles you may yet see. Give me a chance and you will be rewarded as you get to see who I can truly be.

People rage and rant at each other. Civility has disappeared and has been replaced with anger. We advance so rapidly that we have lost touch with each other. We used to sit and talk for hours, now we tweet and post. In short blurbs and emogies we try to communicate, but we really are not saying anything. Our barrier used to be our language, now it is not trying to understand each other at all. We isolate ourselves and cultivate followers instead of life long friends. Though our social circles may have been small, at least we knew we could rely on each other. Now we do not know who our neighbors are and our own family has become a strange to us. We fight with each other and fight with ourselves. The world is coming apart at the seams. Perhaps it would be better if all the technology went on a vacation and peace were given a chance again.

Take everything that someone earns and give it away to those in need. This is what equality means. Make everyone stand on their own two feet and work to achieve as much as they can, this is what life should be. We were born to privilege and we know whats best for you. Let us tell you what you should do. In principal eloquent speeches may seem surreal, but let us examine each ideal for what it is. Only the outcome of the experiment matters. How you get to the end is hard to say. When the dust settles only the way that works best should be considered. This how you win the battle of ideals.

Why do you look at me differently? Why do I frighten you? What makes you reject me? Have you even taken time to get to know me? Is it because I call God by a different name? Is it because we do not look the same? Is it because the way I dress? These are just clothes and they are not what makes me who I am. They just cover a part of me, they do not reflect the best part of me. So I ask you will you get to know me? Will you open your mind and see what I have to offer? Will you stay at a distance and not even bother? What can I do to convince you that we are not so different? What will it take for you to live and let live? Perhaps you are just too closed off to see what is in front of you? So I ask if you are not willing to get to me, then why do you still judge me?

Shackles around my ankles and my wrist. Iron bars on my windows and my doors. I made some mistakes now I am paying for them. My freedom was taken from me because they say I did not listen to the rules of society. I was born with a boot on my neck,  the only chance I was given I took it. Now what I am looking at doesn't phase me. They can't take away what drives me. I have a place that I live but they cannot see. I have memories of what I have accomplished. I see the cost but I have gained more than I have lost. I was born under the sign of oppression but I have learned their lessons. My family is what is important to me. That is why I have to make this dark journey. Every time I get discouraged, I simply withdraw into myself and I find new courage. They want me to despair, they took away the key to the door and they do not care. All I am to them is a number, my life they think it is theirs to plunder. I will not be denied my place. They sit in judgment but I write my own fate. I was given no choice, but with what I have gained my family and future now have a voice. I lifted myself out of poverty and became the man that I had to be. One day this nightmare will be over, then I will crossover to the other side. I will live life again but on  my terms. Until then I will keep going on this journey, I will hold fast to the dreams I keep hidden in me. I will live through the freedom that I keep inside of me.