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I literally had my pussy sewn shut I deserve k cup tits as compensation

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Cops are trained to be bad. Anyone who insists on being good is not welcome.

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imagine thinking this and genuinely believing you’re right

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3 4 0 9 9 2 0 15 That’s my number. That’s what they see when they look to their screens to find me in their system. From that number I have a chance to receive another number depending on how high my numbers are, so I can achieve a 6 figure number in the future. My world is all numbers, from the position I’m standing in, to the screen that I stare at. Our system, our western world is built on the backs of numbers of people who we try to forget about; people we leave “On the sidewalk bleeding” (Evan Hunter). Let’s try to move past the numbers. Let’s get a little more in depth, because even without a number a human can still be less. A Royal is stabbed and left to die And enough people just walk by to let him realize he’s less than a man. In their system he is just a Royal “It doesn’t matter what his name was,” “But he was just a boy!” “He should have known what he was a part of”. When you dehumanize a boy you add yet another girder to the structure of their system. For now the boy is just a number, even less. He’s another tally in the section of gang related deaths. There will be no justice for the boy’s last breath was taken as he struggled to remove his regret. 3 4 0 9 9 2 0 15 It’s the number I’m forced to remember. Or else they’ll have to find me in their system and plaster it to my chest saying “You’ll need this for four years, try harder not to forget”. Why am I number? If I stand out I’m just an outlier to their statistics. Can you fit human interaction into a scatter plot? No! So we plot and plot of ways that we can change these digit days but “Talks of revolution will not be tolerated at the dinner table” (Hanna Milne). We speak of revolution but they ask us “Why do you revolt? We’ve laid out a system right here. We’re not asking you to join a cult. Just follow the pathway we made for you We’re here to help not impede”. “Then why are children choosing to escape your stress with illegal weed?” The system does not work! There are people suffering inside it. A boy gets shot dead in the silence. He had dreams past the violence, But he looked “sketchy”; a word thrown around to mask xenophobia. A word that belongs nowhere near a woman praying. A man who’s never known a God somehow “knows” hers is evil After all “I don’t know what she’s saying and she isn’t at a steeple. better stop her before she blows us up the same way as her people”. The very same man complains later about being blamed for slavery The system allows it; you can be just as guilty through complacency. There is a tendency to claim there’s nothing wrong with the pursuit of an orientation because heteronormativity is… normal. Be damned if you dare take a step away from their statistics “You youths are silly. Sit down. Be realistic” 3 4 0 9 9 2 0 15 It’s just a number that I’m supposed to find identity in. I’m supposed be comfortable in a sea of numbers. I’m supposed to be fine and when I’m not, I’m just another boy caught “beneath the tides” (Leto Koker). You don’t need to look long to see all the pain. You don’t need to look long to know our system only works in vain. All these works have meaning. They all scream the same thing. We are people and something needs to change. Our system is structured on numbers trying to fit us into the cookie cutter slots they made for us. Meaning our only worth in this system is if we can add and subtract some numbers. Day in and day out. Add. Subtract. Pay bills. Get paid. The meaningless cycle only ending when our minds are gone but our technology is too advanced to let us die. So just like when we started this cycle it will end the same away. As just another pointless number like 3 4 0 9 9 2 0 15

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9 Years

I made it 9 years without hearing the word nigger

And I can't tell if it's better or worse that I didn't know what it meant

The sheltered mama's boy gets his first look from behind her dress

and like a dam being opened the hate flows in

 9 years ago they thought it would be great to tell a kid a joke on a bus

for the sole purpose of hurting him

With laughter in their eyes they waited for the awe

after they asked me "Why was the black man afraid of the chainsaw?"

Naive I asked "Is it being held by a killer?"

"No!" They squealed "It's cus it goes Runniggerniggerniggerniggernigger..."

 Poor them. I sucked the joy right out of them by laughing

Laughing cause that's what everyone else was doing

Well not anymore, cus when you don't understand hate it's pretty damn hard to enforce it

Force it upon an unfortunate soul who just happens to be different from you

All they knew is that my laughter belonged nowhere near this joke

And it choked the fun of it from them

 Hate isn't inherited

but racism is taught

A lesson that flew over my head or me over it

Cus my wings could not be buffeted by mean comments on a bus

Especially by an ancient word they use cus they think it represents us

Us the young angels trying to fly higher than the mountain high expectations set for us

But it's dangerous to fly cus it's hunting season and angels are always on the list

 I rejected my wings because all I saw was negativity

I felt I was above them whilst still standing on the ground

I was so damn shallow that I never left the shore

I never thought

It never occurred to me that there was more

 They have suffered for their wings and for me to choose to walk away was a disgrace

And I would have kept on walking had I not heard the chimes of my wake up call

Accompanied by an elder voice mumbling "nigger"

 Even now that word feels like poison in my mouth

That's the kind of stuff I would expect only from the south

Now hang on before you say I'm generalizing a direction

Tell me again what were the results of that election?

 That word was crafted and spawned from hate

You can try your damn hardest to paint over it with your interpretation

but just like you, words can't change what's really on their inside

Inside us is a genetically ingrained form of PTSD

Dating back to a large scale trauma

Of dehumanization and the selling of our own brothers

 Some brothers our fellow angels will try to rake us down

Like lucifer the dark angel crashing from the clouds

Trying to drag us with him

An incarcerated victim of the system

 A system that fights the dream that was dreamed before I

A dream that I can be viewed in the public I as an equal

But instead I am lucky, i am not the norm, The battle is not won

Tho I have a father who can see his son

Without iron bars between our view

My gratitude is long overdue

 Over and over these angels get caged

Cus seeing us fly is goddamn crime

Punishable by a sideroad execution

 It's been almost 49 years since luther's wings fell

It's been almost 9 years since Obama soared higher

And it's taken me 9 years to identify and finally realize that I matter enough to fly