If you do not understand the nature of liberation, mentally, you are still a slave.
I would love it if someone were playing with my hair and tugging on it every now-and-then.
That would make me very happy.
How do people think that I don’t have any hair??
I mean, I know it’s not long,but damn I have hair.
That shit is crazy to me. Like, how can you mess this madness?
I just don’t get it.