Invisible Minority

I sit on the bus, alone, but you don't see me. I listen in class, silent, disgusted, but you don't see me. I am of the Old World that came to the first New World and has lost its footing in this Newer World. I am of the culture of life, of the faith of our fathers, of loyalty to none but my blood and my light. And I am gasping for air in this toxic atmosphere...

Monday, May 15, 2006

To call or not to call...

"Cast me gently into morning for the night has been unkind..."

Invisible Minority

Monday, May 15, 2006

To call or not to call...

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