My every second is a prayer. It is an attempt to fulfill the obligation I have to my ancestors and descendants. While it is not as perfect and whole as I would like; it is at the same time a divine fight to protect and care for.
Like everyone else; I am nothing but an antennae of my God. Whatever knowledge or wisdom I have springs from my belly and not from the chatter-bugs of my mind.
I am way cuter than degeneracy. I’ve got a little heart-shaped face because physiognomy is real Baby!
This braggadocio does embarrass me but I am willing to risk it. Transgressing my cultural norms is somewhat humiliating but I am obligated to protect my culture more than I am obligated to protect my social standing. I have a responsibility to steward the beautifuls for the well-being of all. The cowards will cower. It’s what parasites do. We cannot blame the weak for their weakness.