I was asked in a not so Nice Way… “Who do You Think You Are?”
Well… I am You.
Not the scared “You” in Your Living Room: heartbroken, mad and cussing about How They do us…
Or the “You” Silent at Your Workplace tip toeing and Laughing at Injustice when you Hear, See, Taste, and Feel it.
I am the Other You.
The Black Rock Star Super Hero “You”
The One “You” Dream About.
That’s who “We” are