Sometimes the language is not your native tongue, but you must keep going. I am dramatic and I know it. I am intense and I know it. I am honest and I know that this carries me a lot further than most people.

I am passionate about my life. In turn makes me passionate about my art. Some people make up their art and say that it is a true representation of themselves. I am not ashamed of who I am, I am ashamed that sometimes I lie about who I thought I was.

I cry a lot. I laugh a lot more. I have learned that change is the only thing constant and my need to tell the truth may be uncomfortable, not only for others but, for myself.

I love love. I love being in love. I have only been in love twice, one more recently than I want to remember. Heartbreak is the equivalent of death to me. There is no reason to live without love. However, I have learned, by other's teachings, that love is not enough. Love is only the foundation of our lives and people expect much more than they ask for.

I expected the revolution as it was told to me. I expected weaponary training. I expected to learn how to survive in the bush. I expected to learn how to live off of rations. I expected that the revolution would come before I die because I was willing to die for it. Not because I knew anything about being martyr. But, because I know that too many single parents don't want to loose their only suns and moons. I don't mind being the sacrificial lamb. What I do mind are that there are too many sheep.

I believed you, like the first time I was in love and the second. I believed you like my mother told me to. Like my father said all men aren't evil just mislead and underestimated so they only live up to the standards we expect them to fail to. I believed you because we both have vagina bonding, pyschic powers and spiritual intuitions...my mother warned me I could read minds.

I believe in GodBody and the nation of Islam. I believe that pork won't kill you but there is nothing wrong with giving it up. I believe Jesus was one of 13. I believe in love and the fight. I will obtain scars if necessary because I believe we see with our hearts not our eyes. I wish sometimes I was blind, or stricken with some social handicap just to prove to those that we can do anything we set our adrenalin to.

It is hard to look at my beautiful face and visualize me dismembered on the front line but I would do it for you just to prove to women that running ugly is beautiful and to prove to the men that women can hang as your equal no matter what they have degraded you to. I love you. I believe in you, and I believe that you love us more than society allows you to express that you do.

I believe...and I pray you would too...

I was intoxicated when I wrote this... so, it must be true. ~QS