dear knock knock whose there diary,
you know what's funny? ill think of something. in a minute. tonight i was told something about myself id never heard before. im black without the color. im shameless. i was distracted most of the night wondering what on earth this could possibly mean. my skin is creamy white, so that's not the issue. i do have coarse black hairs that grow in throughout my head of blond hair- but im not african american. i always pluck the long black hairs out- i used to save them in my Bible. they are strong enough to use as fishing line- if you needed any. in micro biology in college- i would view those black hairs under the microscope. they were amazing and twice the size of my blond ones. there aren't very many of those hairs in my head. i made the comment how i wished i was black and everyone seemed shocked. but later i thought, it really isn't about color at all- if i don't want to sit in the back of the bus- im white- and i ain't sitting there either. bottom line. unless its the last seat and its down between me and some little old lady or a retarded kid with one leg. why do people just sit by and let others do wrong by them? speak up when you are offended. it may not get you anywhere- but it eventually will- and it feels fucking good as a MOTHER FUCKER. your wet words are bound to fall upon dry ears at some point. i aint lyin. the truth has a distinct ring.
you know what's funny? ill think of something. in a minute. tonight i was told something about myself id never heard before. im black without the color. im shameless. i was distracted most of the night wondering what on earth this could possibly mean. my skin is creamy white, so that's not the issue. i do have coarse black hairs that grow in throughout my head of blond hair- but im not african american. i always pluck the long black hairs out- i used to save them in my Bible. they are strong enough to use as fishing line- if you needed any. in micro biology in college- i would view those black hairs under the microscope. they were amazing and twice the size of my blond ones. there aren't very many of those hairs in my head. i made the comment how i wished i was black and everyone seemed shocked. but later i thought, it really isn't about color at all- if i don't want to sit in the back of the bus- im white- and i ain't sitting there either. bottom line. unless its the last seat and its down between me and some little old lady or a retarded kid with one leg. why do people just sit by and let others do wrong by them? speak up when you are offended. it may not get you anywhere- but it eventually will- and it feels fucking good as a MOTHER FUCKER. your wet words are bound to fall upon dry ears at some point. i aint lyin. the truth has a distinct ring.
