To the General Population:I curse your idiocy!
You assume you know me. You assume you understand my actions. You assume you know whats in my heart and my mind. You assume too much. Somewhere between here and then you forgot the most important part of me--actually knowing me. You see my face but not my eyes. You heard my hopes and my voice sounding so assured and calm and never the fears or confusion. You said you wanted to help me through it all and that you saw the potential in me. Did you ever stop to think you cant help me when you cant help yourself or that the potential should only benefit me and never you? My life is mine to live, tattooed, broken, insane, bitchy, forsaken, desired, and forgotten. What happens, what I do, what I achieve are mine--should you be worthy, I will allow you to share my joys and sorrows. None of them are yours to do for me or claim responsibility for what I do. Ordering me to bend to your will simply because you are morally, socially or gender dominate isnt going to happen. I cant I wont. I am worth more than that.
SO in the end I guess I just have to assume that you will assume and that fighting is the everyday norm. Who knows-Maybe someday one of us will surprise the other and not assume but understand and accept. Maybe....
