yes i understand there is some inequality. BUT you can’t blame it all on the media. They just show the shit and the women playing bimbos, sluts, hookers or w/e are actual women not like back in the day with the jim crow show where a white man will just slap on black paint on his face and dance…
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I am like humans…
I walk.
Sometime I do not like what see.
Sometimes I am shock.
Sometime I fail.
Sometime I ask question
Sometime I have birthday
But I guess
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That awkward moment when someone who stabbed you in the back still tries to act like your friend.
Things I dislike: Having “friends” who have their mothers on Facebook and being the lurk that I am, I click through, and their mom is the biggest skank ever!
I was going to go post something on someone’s wall from elementary school, and I saw their mom leave them something so I’m like, ‘hmmmm, interesting’ (I’m nosy as hell, so what) and I clicked through, and low and behold… I go read her status updates and what have you and she’s talking about men she finds sexy and how older women give better blowjobs because they have more experience, and she’s posing up in some hot pink Nylon dress that looks like she bought it from the corner store. Dude! Seriously?! How do you allow your mum to be trashy like that and flaunt the shit? Horrible. And what’s worse is next time I see this woman all I’m going to think about is her popping out her dentures and giving some guy brains.
Scarred for life.
Please, people, especially if you still share a roof with your parents, don’t let them be internet harlots. It’s not a good look, and it makes me question your conception and the possibilities of there probably being sixteen you’s out there that we don’t know about. Prevent unwanted pregnancies. And all that good stuff!
Dear mum and dad,
I’m going to start this off with a thank you. Thank you for being the greatest, most supporting, chill and loving parents one could ever ask for. There has never been anything that I wanted to do (even the obviously detrimental shit) that you guys didn’t support or encourage me in. In all honesty, I feel like I really took that for granted in my younger days. I never really realized the importance of having loving parents until I got older and started working with youth and looked at myself like “Damn, Illa, you’re not that bad”.
Sometimes when I was younger, I would wake up to you guys fighting, and (spare me, I was young) I would pray for you guys to get a divorce. I would pray for one of you to get fed up enough with the others bullshit and just leave, hopefully without dropping bombs and putting us in the middle. It never occurred to me how much you guys love each other. Despite everything, you guys were still together for over 2 decades. That’s admirable. I admire it.
Having you as parents taught me that for things to pan out in love and relationships, you must put your pride aside (I’ve yet to master it, but I have indeed grasped it.). That’s the only way it’ll ever work. And that’s the only way you’ll know that person is the one for you. At times I feel like no matter what I do in any relationship, I will never measure up to yours, and I’m perfectly fine with it, because if anybody knows hardship and work it’s you guys, but I can only hope I do as good a job raising my children and being a significant other as you did.
I owe you forever and then some and would give you my left lung, thank you for keeping my head above water in times when I didn’t want to wake up the next morning.
