I that have never submitted. I that have vision, and prophecy, and the gift of fiery speech. I that have spoken with God on the top of his holy hill. And because I am of the people, I understand the people. I am sorrowful with their sorrow, I am hungry with their desire. My heart has been heavy with the grief of mothers, my eyes have been wet with the tears of children. I have yearned with old whistful men and laughed and cursed with the young men. Their shame is my shame.