An open letter. Passed down to anybody, so that their eyes can be wide open and, lips project a weakness, clearly stated in that letter. Please just read and educate, myself about myself or maybe, just advise on how I can treat myself nice. Don’t be mean because you see, I have already been. If you can’t handle me, I’ll talk to God and sit in the palms of His hands. His very big hands, which are a able to carry, all of me. My vulnerability. - Mathabathe Dikotla