I don't think I'm black you guys. Because you hate that my children are mixed. I don't think I am what you are because my English is American. I don't think I am what you are because your judgement is harsh. If I was ever apart of you, you would have never let me go astray. You point and laugh and mock, and secretly respect and quietly request consideration of the harshness that you were molded from. As if you are too ignorant to correct the transferred trauma and neglect the sick thought form. I don't think I'm black you guys. I think you've told me so. I don't think it's right you guys, but how does that strictly make me left? These categories are stupid. Stupid stupid jugdemental herd of dalmations of a thing that can't take a look in the mirror to see their own inherent spots. I don't think I'm white you guys, it goes without saying I thought. Too evolved for this fucking debate, certainly detached from those fuckers who hate.
Right side muah, left side muah.