EYES OF THE PEOPLE; O PEOPLE OF OPPRESSION
I feel as though I quite literally have a duty, as a human being who can read and write, who has a voice and can speak a language, to communicate through these methods with honesty and integrity. And we are always told of our ingratitude. Reminded 'o daughter, why do you cry, you've a roof over your head, food, and water to drink a book to read O daughter your father is still alive. And you can hear the birds sing.…