There is no mold, none of us are born into a deified position of superiority over those we consider inferior. We, the oppressed, twist ourselves into a variety of shapes in order to fill the role defined by our oppressors. What we fail to remember is that no matter what shape we twist ourselves in it cannot assuage our detractors. Greed, power, savagery and hatred are the altars our oppressors worship at.

© Norma Bobb-Semple 2025