Mar 2013
My Fists Clench The Throat Of Anger,
My Knuckles Turning A Ghostly White,
They Chuckle At The Sight Of Them,
They Laugh At Their Native Tounge,
They Speak When They Have No Right,
They Break Hearts When They Have No Say,
They Steal Amition With Their Stares,
They Crush Courage With Their Glares,
They Are Nothing More Then Lessers Themselves
My Knuckles Turning A Ghostly White,
They Chuckle At The Sight Of Them,
They Laugh At Their Native Tounge,
They Speak When They Have No Right,
They Break Hearts When They Have No Say,
They Steal Amition With Their Stares,
They Crush Courage With Their Glares,
They Are Nothing More Then Lessers Themselves
I Don't Care Who You Are.. If You're Racist You Deserve A Good Slap In The Face!
Her: So I Found This Somalian's Papers In The Bathroom Talking About How She Was So Upset That People Are Mean To Her Cuz She's Somalian So I Tore It Up And Threw It In The Sink. Stupid Somalis.
Me: Wow You're Not Racist At All.
Her: I Am Very Racist
Me: And You're Proud Of That?
Her: Yes... Yes, I Am
How Can The World Stand To Harbor This Hate For So Long....
Her: So I Found This Somalian's Papers In The Bathroom Talking About How She Was So Upset That People Are Mean To Her Cuz She's Somalian So I Tore It Up And Threw It In The Sink. Stupid Somalis.
Me: Wow You're Not Racist At All.
Her: I Am Very Racist
Me: And You're Proud Of That?
Her: Yes... Yes, I Am
How Can The World Stand To Harbor This Hate For So Long....
(F/Minnesota)
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