You have been here before friend, sister, guess what! I have too. Tell the truth and shame the devil, because some of us would rather not say. Instead we would rather to sit in the dirt until the dirt consume our voices or to use the dirt to wash our tears, our character, our integrity our identity our soul and finally our lives. We are eye witnesses, testaments to what we have witnessed and lived throughout the years, but we still find ourselves in the same space seeing the same people, and encountering a high level dirt internship with the look a likes. If we could get a million dollars for all the dirt which others have splashed on us, then you my sister would be a rich dirty person. ( dirt is the beautiful colorful thing which we dig into to plant our vegetables and tilled by our farmers, but this dirt is the dirt of others, who disqualify you and treat you as if you are headless in a world which was created for all to live in by God). I am here again for the second time, I know what this feels like. The dirt the suffering the hurt the heartaches and the pain. The iceberg personality, the way he looks at you, when things doesn't go his way. The way he doesn't want you to see things differently, and dream bigger and achieve so much more. We know! we do we women, or a man who is the stay home dad, you may not say it, but I come to tell it all, that the dirt conversations, the ones like, you cannot come to nothing the cultural turbulence, the verbal fights all because you want to be someone who break the silence for many, you want to be that one who spoke up for your family and your community, you want to be that one who had an imaginary dream, but have waited on baited breathe all your life to see it come to a reality.