"SHE"

She has a passion for life. She listens to my rhetoric on life and philosophical pontification as I listen to her beliefs. She is a prisoner of hope, fanatic of fairness, and an extremist of love. She understands what love is and what it is to love. She understands what it is to be human. She understands what it means to be a featherless two-legged linguistically conscious creature born between urine and feces, stank and stench. She knows that she is a funky saint. She is trying to figure out how to purposefully utilize the time and space we occupy between womb and tomb. She prepares herself for death by living an examined, transparent life. She drapes herself in class, sophistication, grace, integrity, honesty, compassion, pride, and humility. She appreciates the Arts and what it means to be an artist. She appreciates the life of the mind and what academia has to offer. She waits for no Man; she's self sufficient. She enjoys debate ranging from Bush Tax Cuts to the greatness of Lil' Wayne's album, "The Carter 2". We agree to disagree. So beautiful. She pursues truth and paideia. Her paideia has a purpose which gives her life more purpose. She knows what she wants from life and what she doesn't. She loves herself. She respects herself and demands the same from others. She has standards. A library/bookstore excites her as much as rocking on the front row of a Lauryn Hill concert. She embraces her people which are all people. She administers the laxative of love to help cure society of a bad case of moral constipation. She is amazing. She is outstanding. She blows me away. She doesn't exist.