who are oppressed?
Why does a smile mean so much to me?
Why will I speak my mind and not back down, when I am right?
Why do I search for some one in need, where just a smile cheers them?
Why do I tackle every question with my full attention?
Why do I look for kindness from people?
Why do I cry at happy endings?
Why do I fight for people?
Why do I believe you must look carefully and find out as much as possible, instead of saying I do not want to know?
These are defining questions of me.