The Difference

The Difference

It isn't my skin color. My race is ran by many on a narrow path across ruins.
We named it adversity.
It isn't my tongue. My words strike the wind slicker than hustlers yet still wears his suit and tie.
Dapper, if I might add.

Lets see....maybe my background. Isn't that a cliche. I shape the environment, we molded the world out of clay.


I think I get how we are manipulated by our thoughts and actions.
Some blame the environment yet my only fault was that it never fully knew happiness.
It knew sunny days but what else?
Drug trades and murders in the third rate, kid sized caskets with fabricated pastors surrounded by hypocrites and contradictions.


It doesn't strike me or harm me or disarm me that you disagree with me. Good, by all means.
But don't bully me!
Don't talk down on me as if problems known to you are only words.
If so then...erase them, but do not behave as if this is not humans race put in a blender than picked apart.
Sullied and made silly, fools aware of what fools are made to be aware of...then feels stupid when the fool gets called a fool.

How foolish genuis can be.

And how sane a crazy son of a b***h is.