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a letter to a close friend:

I shouldn't have brought any of that conversation into action. It was no noble sacrifice that needed accounting for; no recognition necessary. I stood up--rightly so and determined--to defend the name of someone I knew deserved it, you. It just amazes me how the heart is so fickle. How some people are so sensitive when they too are warriors for brutality. So what, I lost a few desired relationships in heated discussion but the one I gained provides satiety. You say I'm loyal to the end even when I get screwed over, but to me there is no end. I am passsionate for my people. And maybe a tincy bit hardheaded.

But just know I got yer back...in or out of the ghetto.