So there is sweat and there are babies in the arms of babies, gold chain nike signs and a battle for pride. There is blood at the tips of our fingers, a cloud of anger and the hurt honesty so rarely breaks through. There are two-hundred dollar shoes while begging for change, there are disconnects in logical progress and a wall that seems un-scalable.
But my God, if there isn’t a flame; If there isn’t a fire in those fingertips, a power behind those eyes, a ferocious will and a beauty that is beyond anything I have ever been.