The Moment…

The moment I build my identity on what another views it to be..and forces it upon another to hide their illness…s the moment I am gone…

One had better hope there is a piece of tenacity within myself to unearth my identity…and fight….

We are all lost..we are all wounded..we are all in the same pot of insanity…..

The moment the beauty queen realizes she is sitting next to the corner beggar and they are equals is life…

She just had the opportunity to take a shower today and use perfume to hide the stink…he has no choice…no other option is available…thus the walk of life…


~ by HopeGlenn on October 9, 2013.

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