Before I get down into the nitty gritty, I’m just going to say that there’s been no one incident that has prompted this post, but rather a series of personal experiences and recent observances from the wider world that got me thinking. You see, quite recently I think there’s been a trend of people expecting that we should just take their shit.
I belong to the land beneath my feet And the wind that blows so sweet. I belong to the rain that falls, And the wild, my name it calls. So what land do I call home? Whatever land I do roam.