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Jul 2018
1 shot, 2 shot, 3shot 4 so many gun shots it’s become the norm. 1 shot, 2 shot, 3shot 4 if killing innocent coloured brothers was an arcade game white man would have the high score. 1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shot 4 how many of my brothers have to die till we say no more? Why do we search for missing whites for months and coloured folk for only hours or a couple days? Privilege does exist so if you disagree you can **** a ****. For ignorant ******* like you make me sick! Division is obscuring our vision. Do we have to enter another recession to become more human? For Violence, violence, violence that’s all we’re about! Violence, violence, violence is the only thing the news talks about!

Glorifying ******, glorifying the killer but not sympathizing with the victim. Thoughts and prayers without actions until we forget about that certain victim. Moving on to the next juicy story, for we’ve become desensitized to these horror stories. Repeating the same problems, and wondering why we can’t solve em. But the hard truth is we don’t want to solve em, for we are lazy and are just hoping someone else will solve em. Holy ****,why God? ******* I’m just saddened and without balance like a camera on a broken tripod! What’s the point! What’s my purpose? Why can’t people see beyond the surface? I’m just anxious and nervous because I might be the next in the grave, for I already got one foot in it and if I don’t give in to it does that make me brave? Maybe I should end it all myself, but I have to think about more than just myself! I’m just selfish and a narcissist, and I wish I wasn’t such a pessimist! I’ve become the thing I hate which is being complacent, for I’ve lost touch with reality in fact I’ve become indifferent.

Who cares if we exist on purpose or by mistake! Just live life to the fullest and try to give more than take. For life might be bad but not as bad as someone else’s, so make a difference in their life until it’s your time to smell the roses. Parental advisory displayed on me, for I might challenge outdated traditions that society engrained on thee. So if I’m the villain without penicillin I guess I ***** your eardrums and deserve to be displayed as heartless like I’m some kind of tin man. So here I go off to see the psychiatrist again, for I’m dictating this ***** like I’m Kaiser Wilhelm the second!

Everyone is a critic but **** it I’ll keep spitting the prophetic. For I see the pain yeah man and I see the corruption, and you bet I got an appetite for restoration. For destruction has caused this rift between the races, but I hope we can repair all our ancestors’ despicable messes. Messes that still hinder us today, messes that won’t go away unless we stand together starting today.
Classy J
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Classy J  27/M/Medicine Hat
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