I Blundered Into Writing.

America Is Woven Of Many Strands. I Would Recognize Them And Let It So Remain.

Injustice Wears Ever The Same Harsh Face Wherever It Shows Itself.

The Truth Is The Light And The Light Is The Truth.

I Am Invisible, Understand, Simply Because People Refuse To See Me.

What And How Much Had I Lost By Trying To Do Only What Was Expected Of Me Instead Of What I Myself Had Wished To Do?