I’m telling you a place of purple rocks stretching to the sunset…I’m telling you eyes like a pharaoh’s…I’m telling you huge bouquets of flowers drooling in cheap rooms…I’m telling you betrayal is the law. Learn the rhythm of betrayal, a jetty stretching to eternity, purple and orange sky. Learn the children on the rocks, the product of betrayal, the body of a pharaoh, limbs of grey and purple dust. Limbs that crumble under systems designed to blast children into dust. You can’t know who I pray to. You don’t know where I go, my trap doors. You don’t know who loves me, who makes me a queen. You can’t see the place I am, so you hate me. I plunge into the water; I dive for the truth; I don’t look back. I don’t stop until I turn to dust darkening the cheeks of a pharaoh bathing in gold.