It's a question that I"ve been wondering for ever. Just lately, I've been thinking on running for congress. And I do qualify for it. For qualifications, you have to be at least 30 years old. I'm 34. And you have to live at least seven (7) years to live in the state you have to represent. I've always wondered this. If I have to live in the same state that I represent. ( Let's say I live in state New York. Do I have to represent New York and live in D.c? ) Well, this is what I found out. Here's the answer. As a political and legal matter, you must live in the state you represent. As a practical matter, you need to live in or near DC as you will be working here. A few Members represent Districts / states that allow them to commute from their normal home, e.g. Virginia and Maryland. As a Senator, Biden often took the train home to Delaware. Many Congressmen who are Washington fixtures have large homes in the area, so...
I have a dream, that maybe one day, a woman like me can over come difficulties and differences and be that some body. I have a dream, that maybe some day that evil man that sits in the closet and tells you, you can’t be that some body will some day disappear in to the darkness and will stop lurking in the darkness. Maybe some day , I’ll stop being afraid of him. Maybe some day, that evil man in the shadow’s will stop frightening every woman he see’s that has interest, potential and let them come out of the caccoon in to a beautiful butterfly. That butterfly to some day be a human being. That human can evolve in to a loving mother, to cherish and nurchur his and her child. That time maybe some day will come and or might not. But, just for today, at least I’m alive. If that matters. Or even bother’s any one.
“A Woman With Hopes. “ I love to hear the sound of emptiness. The sound of cars passing by . Without even noticing me. I love to be quiet. Without being noticed. I love feeling empty. Without feeling accepted or feeling wanted. It’s the sudden excitement that I haven’t felt in years. Of something to do. Maybe some day. I’ll be that person again. But never the less, my dreams. My hopes suddenly stopped from shinning. I wanted to be that some body. I wanted to be that person. I wanted to be that lawyer. Maybe a divorce attorney. Or maybe an immigration attorney. But that dream suddenly stopped. When that someone told you you can’t be that someone because you’re a woman. Indeed I slammed my hand against the table angrily when I found that out. Was is it the empty stare in my eyes, or was it the no make up look that no one was expecting out of a woman not yet a girl. Or a child screaming within me begging me to come out of the shell. Which one is it. Was it? I might alth...
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