All my life I have been told "go" & "come". I am told how I will live & I am told how I must die. I must be a man's servant & a mare for his pleasure, or I must hide myself behind walls & surrender my flesh to a cold, silent god. I would walk into the jaws of hell itself, if it were a path of my own choosing. I would rather die tomorrow in the forest than a hundred years of the life appointed to me.