I understand what it is to be overlooked and rejected, to be laughed at and left out. I have walked alone and I have been refused and denied. I have walked alone.
I understand those who are misunderstood. I have worn that apparel. I have walked in a crowd separated. I can see those who's concubine is comparison and compromise. I can sense the drunken state of confusion without confessing. I can see the blind ones groping for light, but cannot grasp the division that the darkness within them brings, but I overstand for them and I am in the gap to close the gap with my many prayers and heartfelt, knee bent this earthen vessel shrouded in my prayer shawl to cover them as I cover myself because.