AdaEtahCinatas

It matters not, what label they choose to use. Panes of sand from fires thrown, will give no shelter to those that moan. Stones may find or miss their mark. When tossed from hands that hold no love. We all are! Despite our names, no wish or whim, may make a claim. So stand, in existence, just choose to be, as you were made. Let no poisoned choice, define your truth.