By way of me

It has been about 4 years.

Whether I can say that efforts have resulted in greater happiness I am not sure. For my self, I am not sure.

Because in the shadow of these true and real things I feel, it has been quite apparent that my self has been the whipping girl for so many, the magical negro for all else.

The world is a mean and disgusting place for a person like me. If I were ignorant, I think maybe the sting would be less sharp. And, then I think, no, even ignorant people have feelings.

Someone asked, "What's wrong?" And I have learned to say, nothing. Nothing is never wrong because it does not matter if it is. It does not matter if it is not.

I'm tired and I am oppressed. I am tired of being tired and oppressed.

I suppose I must change. The fiber of my being must change.







That is what I will do.  Now, watch me.


Via me.