All people are born the same, naked and cold. Some may come into advantage and some may be lacking, but we are all human. Our lessons are taught to us by others. What we do with knowledge is left to us. Some of us cannot see past a skewed vision of reality. Some humans let superficial differences define who and what they are. In reality it is character that matters more than what we look like. Because we are all equal in the end as the in beginning. For we all come to the same end, and what we do between life and death is more important that our outer selves.

My insides are tied in knots. My face is flush with rage! How dare he do me this way! My blood boils and my teeth grind as my eyes narrow their focus. There he goes smiling as if nothing happened, he will soon regret how he treated me. He will know what it means to be a woman scorned.

The road is dark and the morning air is cold. I look up and see the dim street lights. I pedal faster in hopes of warming up. I wonder why I ever agreed to this, then I hear a dog barking off to the side. I slam my brakes on and nearly fly forward over the handlebars. Papers shift in my bag as I tried to regain my balance. I squint my eyes and see a porch light on oh, I know that's my first stop. I go forward slowly and grab the paper and hurled it toward the steps. Move on to the next and then the next no longer feeling in the cold. Before I know it the sun has broken The horizon and the first day of my route is done. Looking back, I now have fond memories of how hard it was but I wouldn't change a thing.

From one root humanity sprang up. We shot forth in all directions. We put out leaves and clusters of us formed communities. We diverged and became diverse, some of reached for the sun, but cast a long shadow over others. Somewhere along the way, the parts of the vine that rose up, forgot where are roots lie. Perhaps it is time that we all look back and trace our origions so that we can realize that we all came from the same place and that we are all part of the same human vine.

Let us scream, let us rage. Let us refuse to accept the status quo. Let us make our voices heard. Let's us lift up our voices, let's us rattle the machine. Tell them we have a choice. We will dig in the  dirt and bring the foundations down, until the fat cats topple to the ground. So let them wring there hands in worry, we are not going anywhere. We shall force a change, we shall make them hear!

The police have been refunded, the jail house doors are open. The city streets are empty except for unruly mobs. they are waving all manner of flags and are making crazy demands. People have just tuned out and let them burn the cities down. The rich are closed up in their strong holds , while rural towns have closed off their roads. The movement is at an end, the rioters have won. They occupy city hall but the politicians have just given up. So now that they have what they want, what will come next. America has fractured as the world sits in astonishment, now that they have gotten what they want.

Her hair was long and flowing down her back. With streaks of purple and green, it enticed you into her web. Her skin was golden tan, her lips were cherry red. Her hips swayed when she would walk. There was something sultry about the way she talked. Her dress was cut from here to there, showing just enough to make you aware that she was a woman. Her nails were long sharp and painted black, you could dare to dream how they would feel on your back. With long legs and a piercing, stare she would quietly tempt you to dare. Try to escape her if you must, but everything about her makes you lust.