Will we brook no abuse or mistreatment, find our voice and speak out where we should? Will we stand up and stick up for each other, and become our own change for the good?
Somehow, the idea lingers that getting punched deserves a punch, it does not. The idea continues that my beliefs must match your beliefs, and it is just not true. The idea persists that a different skin pigment means wrong, it does not.
Life took me down a road I never meant to travel. I saw some lovely things; I saw some ugly things,
Eyes only on the bottom-line we seek to build, but not refine for profit’s sake, we play with lives with silicon brains, traces, and wires we’ve lost the art of doing well for dollars do we deal with hell tomorrows children will forever pay for the choices that we make today © L. Rose (2/27/17)... Continue Reading →