dear Sinead O'Connor,

thank you for your beauty...inside and out.thank you for your voice...which is from another dimension.thank you for standing unafraid against a world that destroys anything with an identity, an opinion, or a soul. a world that despises honesty and is almost never willing to face its own fears or the truth.thank you for your emotional disorder.thank you for your bald head, and for your tears.thank you for basically sacrificing a career people would (and do) kill for, in order to maintain your own voice and to stand strong by your own convictions.i'm sorry for the way people treated you. from your childhood to the moment you stood on the stage at Madison Square Garden at the Bob Dylan Tribute Concert, a lone brave and talented 25-year-old girl from ireland being crucified by a mob of tens of thousands like a witch on trial.they were so scared of you, Sinead. you shook the delusional axis of this planet in a way it just couldn't withstand.i was very young during those days, and living in a sheltered world where i never really had the chance to appreciate your music or your actions. quite the opposite actually. as a child, i too was trained to hate warriors like you.but i find inspiration in you now. and the sound of your voice - and the rage & pain it unleashes with such clarity - shatters something within me.i don't know you. i've never met you, and i probably never will.but sometimes i go on, because you did.

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