 Check, check, check. If you're a director for the film, our sole purpose is to tell the stories of ourselves and the women that are alive. So, to my true love, to hear just a few of the stories that have come out of the last six years that we have told. 1968, we just saw a story of four women, her daughter, she is one, and outside, she is the other one. She is one, she is the other. She travels, finds herself on a path, she's a fast, forward-growing slow. She is the one, changing your life, just to see what it means to be, to love, to travel, to laugh, and to enjoy. She travels the diaspora across the landscape of the money. She always has the internet, girl in the mountain, and when you're playing, you have the song to your heart. Her intellect is how, given to her by the universe, for whatever reason she is able to use feeling of burn at the word, verse at the verse. Some people call it a day. It shows us you're like us on the mass, but it also feels like a cancer that means forever as we lie. She is exposing truth, freedom, acceptance, and power, changing history, making professors, telling everyone's stories she makes the other one, you. She greets our venerable saviors like those in history's, bowing in honor for our fashion. Look at that. Thank you on this show. Our right to apology for those who have done this, and that she's sincere. She has been alive as a beauty that we love so much, because what is a sky without stars? She is an enigma, not a contradiction, sprinkled with peace, maybe a gift, a fight. She is the hand that stays, the hand that strives, holding on to space into the breath and the feeling. She greets this memorial that's the most important thing. She is what they are. Nothing can prove her wrong. She is the force that seems to be reckoning that we want it. All that is and all that there will be, I am her. You are her friend, and she is the one to grow and encounter challenges to say the least that we are not expecting. It is part of our journey until we learn how to stop the blood. Let me give a trigger for this one. When I was 14, my father took me out to the barges to the front of me and said, Oh, there are dogs. I should know, because I know. My father is mixed race, a melancholy, retired veteran, enlisted in 18th-century Vietnam served for 25 years. He is also a musician and a gospel singer. So that equation should have shocked me, but the military taught my father about control and the church taught him about love and his childhood taught him that controlling women, lots of women, people loving them. So instead, I was relieved from what I was never taught. When I was 15, my first boyfriend was treated so badly that the teachers intervened and students I didn't even know would be off in the hallway and they never touched me again and it was the last thing we ever did. My introduction to dogs when I was 16 and a virgin was a thought of my friends boys who totally and loving took me in the bedroom and held me on the walls. The pattern had been implemented to me so long that boys had permeated me like a drop. Our relationship is the same time when it's a trauma or a connection that makes us mark accountability that makes us compromise our integrity that puts us into so much pain that we drown in impracticality or drinking or drugs that puts us into such strong denial that we don't care who we hurt in order to stay in it. My boyfriend at that time loved me just like my father. One night he punched a hole in the wall next to my hand and he said I just want to kill you. And in order to get back in me for wanting to leave five of our cats in me Austin Vegas Ash It took innocent creatures getting hurt to make me finally wake up. My father is 72 now and has an early onset of Alzheimer's. It's hard to watch him struggle to remember words to the songs of the word but in a clear moment he sat me down and he said I did you a disservice all those years ago when I told you that all men are dogs. I meant it to protect you not to lead you to think that you deserve to be mistreated. I thought you would do as I said as long as I did. You are my reminder that love does not bear all things. Love does not believe all things. Love does not endure all things. Love does not bear abuse or lie. Love does not go back to toxic. Love does not make excuses for desire. Love does not condition being ignored. Love does not turn a blind eye. Love fails. Love is not a failure. I have learned now to be the pulse to take my time to give it to the person or the place or a song or the moment between truth and lie and darkness and shame between the men as dogs and the acknowledgement of their humanity recognizing in them their own standard or isn't leaving to make the same decisions I don't know how to have a healthy, practical wisdom that brings us into places of transformation conciliation, restoration, the places of healing for those we've harmed and those who harmed us. I am now that there is nothing wrong with me, that God put a spirit of love in me like everyone else. Love at great costs, not love. Six years ago, I got this presentation for the first time a dancer that danced with me on the first show, Destiny Shell, to share a story of somebody that meant so much to us. She walks on feet backwards with determination. She strolls and we have been going to look at those feet and call them ugly. I understand that if there's beauty in each step, have you ever seen her on point? Forgive us at this point that beauty makes itself known. And the image she felt each time needed to become a dancer that we can all appreciate that hers. The inside to see more in me than anyone could have ever imagined. See my portfolio of age as I looked at my brothers. The only business five in my so many understanding of those feet and walled minds, I wasn't capable. She cared so much for us that she never had time to focus on her feet. Never gave money to the young Asian woman behind the captain to make sure that her feet were beautiful because she was that beautiful. So she walked and she was sometimes too small. I thought she had on her feet with a child that would go to bed with her mother, but her socks, they came up to my knees because I didn't want to feel the touch of her feet. See those feet are beautiful. Because what would you give for those that you love? The price. Punish just perfection for our salvation. He allows himself to be battered so that we could emerge beautiful. That is what they have done to their feet. Sacrifice is beautiful. She stretched her arches to the point that her feet now appear backwards, but when she dances, we are all at the beauty that has emerged from her pain. Sacrifice is beautiful. Beat into the soles of her mother's shoes. She walks, smiles, create opportunity for her children and then she smiles. Under accomplishments, we revel in the beauty that has emerged from her pain. Sacrifice is beautiful. Nailed to a cross. Saviour born free. Took all of her shoulders and had to push up deep breath. As we praise, we give glory for the beauty that has emerged from where he allows his feet to take him. Eyes now open. I am no longer turned off or afraid of feet. I am reminded each time she dances. Or walks in sandals with no lotion. Or he blesses me. The feet can tell a story of what you are willing to sacrifice. And that, that's beautiful. When you make your heart type beat, you like to feel inside. You don't feel sad or upset. This is old to the finished world. That each is consistent in the first place. But when you don't get to tell that, if you don't believe in the beat, and people expect me to make sense, notes of inspiration in. I have brought you into existence. I am your breath and your birth. I hold you to give you life and love. But can you see me? Can you hear me? Not just when you need me. Are you listening? Much to give, but you must know. Can you see my? I am the continuation of your dreams and the other part of your heart. Whether written or spoken, I speak to in my eye, in my stride. I understand your fear of me. In my greatness. Can you feel your attention? I am the boomer. Only satisfy that each you have to feel me in your soul. I heal brokenness and I scarred egos. I open the window to your soul and force you to look in and find yourself to be true to your feelings. Understand that I am the change that you wish to sink in the world. So you see, hear me, feel me and love me. I am the boomer. Say it with me. I am the boomer. Say it a little like this. Coach you.