I hadn't fully realized just how powerful words could be before this. Whoever came up with the saying 'sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me' was talking out of his or her armpit.

Dear God, please let him have heard me. Please. Please. If you're up there. Somewhere.

I suppose it doesn't occur to you that I can think the system just as unjust as you do.

And things go unsaid soon get forgotten

One of us... One of them... One of us... One of them... A rhythm playing like train wheels on a circular track -- never ending but going nowhere.

That just the way it is. Some things will never change. That's just the way it is. But don't you believe them.

But the Good Book said a lot of things. Like 'love thy neighbor' and ' do unto others as you would have them do unto you'. If nothing else, wasn't the message of the Good Book to live and let live? So how could the Crosses call themselves 'God's chosen' and still treat us the way they did?