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Apr 2018
Trapped In A Vice
Creeping, hope fleeting, demon awakening, hope inside draining, names in vain spoken lividly. Person in the mirror screaming, my momma praying, but it may be to late because my faith is failing. Not fully sure if I'm sure what I'm saying, for I’m just trailing off in my own discombobulated brain trying my best to not be crying. For men always have to be smiling, for your not a man if other emotions be showing. So these emotions I got to be hiding, but now I’ve become desensitized to your feelings. **** how ironic; **** better smoke me some chronic and then drink some gin and tonic.

Because that’s going to fix it however, I don't even think bob the builder can fix this ****. Drawing lines in the sand, so don't be throwing that first stone unless you've never done a sin beforehand. In which case you may show judgment, but last I checked only God could make that discernment. That being said a lot of yawl thinks ya Gods, but yawls are most likely a bunch of egotistical hollow insecure facades. No man can tell me what to do, and no man has the right to assume me to have some type of disability and for those who have how dare you. Just because I don't conform to your blasphemies and hypocritical distortions doesn't give you the right to treat me like an abortion. I am human you ******* ignoramuses, for if history were written correctly my people would be martyrs and victims whilst yours would be seen as the heinous barbaric savages.

Why is it when I speak no one listens? Why is it when I talk about atrocities people justify it by saying we had to make you Christian? For your savage life don't be working us! This may be the land of the free but there ain't no freedom for us! Who do I trust? When God turned his back? Who do I look for guidance to help me keep my life on track? Feel like just a speck man I'm feeling pathetic, so don't you give me heck if I die an addict. Drugs flowing through the blood to wash away the pain of others who have shoved our faces in the mud. We got nothing to show our next generations all because of racist appropriation and segregation. Maybe God isn't the true problem, yeah maybe it's man but all I know is **** has taken a beating to the fan.

Trying my best to look fantastic, trying my best not to cry because even if I did this world wouldn't be sympathetic. Left with forgotten culture, forgotten language, forgotten promises to treaties, and once the oil stops flowing we will become a third world country covered in feces. Don't believe me look at Hobbema, which is now known as maskwacis, which for some has become the **** of people’s jokes; like why can't people mind their own **** business? Lost in this heartless reality, just a causality of poor circumstance implemented by this ******* that Canada hasn't done anything wrong but now you know the reality. The reality is nothing will be done they'll just keep saying "sorry", and then forget us and leave us like Andy did his toys in the third toy story.
Classy J
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Classy J  27/M/Medicine Hat
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