Who Are We?

Maybe I could have always been too cruel for words. Maybe I have power and authority above what you can see and conceive of, actually. Maybe I gave infinity and received infinity abuse and torture. I believe in MY grand plan. I believe in the white men I have chosen in the chess game of destiny. You can not see them, or hear them when they are in your vicinity. You have no idea how they thirst to torture, but always chose me to do it to. Maybe that machine is now well made and I find solace in the arms of COLUMBIA of late. Maybe I like not knowing their language, and I like listening to their cruel laughter about someone not in vicinity, as they try to figure out the MACHINE that I am. No debutante ball for me. I choose SWIM TEAM instead. Maybe I chose to not do an open artistry of movement, figure skating (publicly), until I was 12. Maybe all of you have chosen, but I have not. Maybe my dreams came true because of YOU. I will say that line over and over to many white males of authority when it is time. Maybe I waited to be my true self until the end when I could really love it and see that I am one of a kind. Ladies, your physical beauty will never make up for the lies and cruelties that you have sent to my ALPHA males crew (and me) their whole existance. Leading them my way was not a good idea either. Just know that they have little places where they keep little pieces of me, paraphenalia it seems. They have HATED you "ladies" all along. Just get ready for their laughter as you suffer in ridiculous ways, very publicly in front of them. I guess that is who HOPE really is. Guys, stay on the page, or you will deal with a master's master's rage.