Creative senses are tingling….my sadness, happiness, and madness are mingling….This is my type of festivity…the mixture of positivity and negativity…the elevation of creation..I’m over the things I had, now it’s time to dig in my new bag…after every cry I laugh…what up Pop you told me one day I was going to miss you… my daughter stare at your picture like she wish she could kiss you for making her daddy so official…live rounds still in your pistol, clear the scene my vision is crystal….but I guage things a little differently, death to any and everybody the devil send for me…this the beginning and the end for me…I love the way the rebirth hurt..watch me work!!

people · politics

Why Are You Surprised?

People who are surprised that racism still exists, and that are surprised there are a large amount of racists, vexes me. Did you think one day everybody woke up and racism ceased? “Oh it’s 2018 racism doesn’t exist.” What did you think happened to a lot of children who were raised by racist parents? Just because you have been “tolerated” does not mean you have been accepted. Furthermore, fuck their acceptance. 💪🏿💪🏿

Books · Education · people

Quote of the Day

You must allow everyone the right to exist in accordance with the character he has, whatever it turns out to be: and all you should strive to do is to make use of this character in such a way as its kind of nature permits, rather than to hope for any alteration in it, or to condemn it offhand for what it is. This is the true sense of the maxim-Live and let live…..To become indignant at people’s conduct is foolish as to be angry with a stone because it rolls into your path. And with many people the wisest thing you can do, is to resolve to make use of those whom you cannot alter.

Arthur Schopenhauer