We all write. We all dream. We all want. But what happens when our wants become vicious and we become violent to get them. What happens when our work gets stolen, and you are falsley accused of forgery. What happened to the times when our dreams were bigger than life itself, and we did any means necessary to acheive them? Our words ARE power. Our words ARE the dreams we created, written as a letter screaming to be heard. And when they are, our power is unlimited. We can do anything. We can write endlessly. About love, passion, change, and valor. Our soldiers fight on the front line for us. To save us. Americans. People. Races. So we fight back. For our right to be heard. Who can stop us? No one can take away our pencils and paper and no one can take away our voices.