A group that only wore black came to the beach one day
I looked into the eyes of a young man, pain there. He did not respond to my pleasentry. Many different groups came, they called the beach holy ground. I wish I could have been there for you then, known you were waiting for leadership. I felt alone.
I fought your watching me. Thought, if I am not going to benefit from this life of mine, I might as well martyr myself. There is nothing more significant than what we do. We have to find ways to bring justice without taking no for an answer, anywhere. I hear of the darkness that prevailed, torture of blacks -- who later taunted me back with what was done and I had no idea what they were talking about. jhy Other matters …
I THINK I was called a rat or was actually. By someone whom I wanted to check the blood pressure on, affiliation, who broke my heart once, and fool me once, and such... I considerr them guilty of leaving me ill informed. I could not calculate a scenario without all the evidence; I needed the proper facts to be Spock, rational. Leaving me ignorant of California … matters like these drive me mad. You never would have seen me at my worst, or disgusting-est, had I known what was happening around me.
I DO NOT WISH TO BE A SILENT PARTNER IN CRIMES
I AM not here to see people who believed in a revolution or a spiritual revival
harmed in any way. I believe we are all victims of brainwashing of one degree, like my at least three days in a hospital, the harsh sort of changing of a personality, inserting a voice.
These are words for those who know; the witting... they are meant to comment on events that are within a context that the general public will more than likely not understand. I AM reclaiming my name here, and responding to the lies about me that fill the heads of the families and the governments and the spies who have filled my life.
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