I refuse to give you permission to take me there.
If you do violence to me I will not retaliate.
If you are rude to me I will be kind.
If you cut me off I will let you in and I will smile.
I will pray for you.
This is my sit down (and meditate) strike.
I am getting off this wild, angry ride and I am not getting back on.
You can keep your bitter horses.
I’m sure you’ll keep swinging by, around and around, every day, pushing me to get back on again.
I never said it would be easy.
But I can’t let my good heart get torn away from me anymore.
I’m tearing up the ticket inside.
And I am NOT letting you take me for a ride.