My real enemy

I’m quite sure that people look upon my attitude and sentiments and look for hypocrisy and hatred in my words. my resolution is born out of love for my people, not hatred for others.

No matter how much you want to color your hair blonde and put fake eyelashes on or following anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own brutality to get them no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on you will never be them they’re always going to look at you as nothing but a little worm. I’d rather be proud of who I am rather than desperately trying to be something I’m really not….to fit in and whether we want to accept it or not that’s what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us.

I want a better life for my family and for my children but it doesn’t have to be at the expense of millions of lives in my town. we’re given the idea that if we didn’t have these people then Canada and America would be rich enough to let us have these little petty material things in our lives and basic standards of living. no, that’s wrong…. it’s the business Giants and the government officials who make all the real money. we have whatever they kick down to us. My enemy is not the average man it’s not the kid down the block or the kids I see on the street. My enemy is the man I don’t see the people in the White House the corporate monopoly owners, fake liberal politicians those are my enemies. The generals of the armies that are mostly Conservatives those are the real mother fuckers that I need to bring it to. Not the poor broke ass that’s too stupid to know shit about the way things are set up you cannot change the past but you can make the future and anyone who tells you different is a fucking lethargic devil.


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