After a while, rejection begins to turn into neglect.Following the desperate attempts to request a minimal amout of respect, “Ugly”, and “stupid” were the labels I would get.
After a while, rejection begins to turn into neglect.Following the desperate attempts to request a minimal amout of respect, “Ugly”, and “stupid” were the labels I would get.
I tried. I was unsuccessfulin fulfilling my duty to provide. In order to complete this final objectiveI have to train myselfto cast all feelings aside. I dedicated my timeday and nightto a system that doesn’t care if I survive. So why am I still alive?
If you cut yourself, your body heals on its own with minimal effort from you. If you get sick, your immune system activates a complex process that helps your body fight off foreign objects and keep you alive. This is coded in your DNA. That’s the word of God. We live on a planet whose …
There can never be peace. Fear dwells amidst the shadows of deceit. Intentions embraced with naivety have become obsolete. Pheromones of the abyss permeate with heat. It is upon us. The mist transforms even the most faithful into its pawn but, we’re taught to trust what is beyond us. We will remain protected from the …
Never enough. Let them tell it and it’s a story of blood. Recognition is reserved for those deserving of love. We don’t meet the thresholdnecessary for trust.
Presenting: The Black Community. We have resigned from the ascension of liberation and regressed to an ancient plane of stupidity. Descending from the pulse of nature, in less than 6 months we have successfully reduced the legacy of our ancestors into forgotten memories. And while the throne remains vacant, the duties of dignity were abandoned …
Our stressors may be different, but our emotions are shared. Interruptions scattered across the fabric of our existence with little time to prepare. Connections disrupted, some damaged beyond repair. Resiliency degenerates as humanity struggles to overcome the dispair.
Reflections are not welcomedin my field of reception,Visual confirmation of my existencehas become very unpleasant. Another day of being me. The unappealing figure whose onlymeans of functioning is through the veins of the weak. Runes of despair are tattooedon the structure of my physique. I often fail to scorethe minimal valuesnecessary to escape my own …
I was blessed with the ability to preach the word, but I was never an evangelist. Actively engaged in promoting social change, but my methods are not safe enough to be considered an activist. I take heed to advice, but I respond negatively when someone tries to breach this establishment. So then they labeled me …
Our paths crossed. We intercepted years of history, bonding us as natural-born enemies for unknown reasons. Our past’s lost, Memories of torture, hatred, and similar emotions penetrate history to create permanent lesions. Our last thoughts, Compromised brain matter attempts to compute the actions of man and interprets the meanings. We pass faults. Justice is never …
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