This is the very first thing I read this morning. These words were among my thoughts, this picture within my vision. Only, I did not know how to speak it nor did I see it. Until I opened my heart along with my eyes and I allowed it to come in.
What a profound way to awake in the morning. I thank you and will pass this on. -Renee

Beyond Words

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We were the oppressed and they were the oppressors but neither we knew nor did they. We lived in the same house in a corner maybe however it was the same shelter we and they called home, we also had the same food as they, the food that we prepared though we ate without exception after they were satisfied yet they will go to extremes to not accept that, “they were the oppressors and we the oppressed”. This had been going on for generations unknowingly or in full visual. Some voices raised were quieted some just quit and a few brought about some major but small changes.

They were the oppressors and we were the oppressed, we gave them the power….

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I find myself "Dancing With Cancer", problem is...I can't dance. I stumble, bumble, and get pulled along. To keep my sanity, (humor me), I write short stories, a journal, musings and poetry....just about anything goes.

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