Desperation
I have done so much out of the desperate desire to see justice served. I have forgotten how much some will do to prevent it. I don’t know who people are trying to protect or if they just hate me more than anything else. I love so many people and things here. Okay. Not Dorthy Lynch but the people are great. We keep wanting to move past what happened to me but someone always intervenes.
I don’t know what the people who prevent me from living or being free dislike about me since they refuse to communicate directly with me. I have met so many here from all walks of life and persuasions. We have had amazing conversations and enjoyed ourselves. I’m called a hero, bad ass, sweet, momma, Miss Darcy, non judgmental, generous, unique, special, a blessing, God’s miracle, etc. Not all of them know what happened to me or my religion but if they do, they are even more generous in their own words used to describe me.
I am sick and getting sicker. I wanted the next Senator for Michigan, my home state to hear my story. I felt like he would understand me best. Dr Abdul El-Sayed is seen as controversial and a threat. He is just like me though. We both want the same things even though we are different in many ways. I would like you to see or hear my words. It is lengthy and written in a fog but I think you’ll understand me through it. We all speak the same language. We are Americans.
