and as you can see, I'm not one to fight it down here, around there with my dark head held in familiar position of acceptance - not reluctance but not subserviant right. and as you can see, I leave it to God and keep my shoulders back, when I think about it these are my lips sending my Mother (my best, all my love, my strength, my tidal wave, my faith) these are my arms closed over my chest these are my eyes, looking forward because that's how the world wants it, right.