The Indian Princess in Me

My rings and my HOPE bracelet were stolen last night. I am just so fatigued today. I concentrate on not being rude, but I feel a sense of rage mixed with hopelessness. Maybe it was time for me to walk into the land of Cherokee without giving any sexuality. You stand before me, Indian Princess as the success of that race. Why do they want my most precious things? It makes no sense to me. Maybe Germany followed you in today. How much atonement do I have to do for all of you to see the obvious reality? Sick the sick I.P. Let him know what the punishment will be. Success is about to be, I believe, but it may not be something that I can see. I.P. be a success on TV, and they will all just have to exist on their knees. Good luck, soldier.