Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Refueled...

Last night a bitch refueled my militant tanks with some Eyes on the Prize.

It was just what I needed!

Whenever this bitch starts feeling sorry for myself or demoralized about the state of the social justice movement I like to look back at where we the people have been, how far we have come and how hard everyone had to work to get from there to here.

We call it a struggle because it is one.

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