We are here to listen, to share, and to understand, with a dream of a unity family. Camp was fun. I hope to be here next year. Ironically, shame befalls the victims more so than the victimizers. In this fight shame kills.
Shame is like a poison which destroys our strength.
You will not silence my voice, nor dam my tears. I will always remember that and believe in the power of the Heart within us all. The power of the universe knows my name Gave me a song to sing and sent me on my way I raise my voice for justice, I believe Words by Bernice Johnson Reagon copyright 1995 Songtalk Publishing Co. In Five Short Chapters I. I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.