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Okay Children, time for your bed time story....
There once was a little girl from New York, who had nothing to do in her life but complain...
Every day and all night she would cry and pout
This really put her mother in a strain
She was so sad her mouth often looked like a trout
"You don't understand me!" She would yell at everyone.
Mother would reply "I love you," only to have dishes thrown and curtains undone
One day the little angry girl was complaining all the way to the market and she was hit by a truck
"Now you have something to complain about," said Mom, "What Luck"
THE END!

The Moral of this story is don't be an ass and stop complaining or you'll be hit by a truck!

OH SHIT!

The sleep was hot and restless
No Rest, Just sleep
A dark and dank slumber in the mid-day heat
Humidity a perfect one hundred percent
Windows up, air off
Awake in a panic five minutes to class...
Run to the bathroom and splash the cold sink water on your face... two minutes
No towels You walk... dry as you go
Today is no luxury just pain
See a girl, she smiles... makes you smile
A happy ending

The State of me

The state of me is diminishing...
There is no more I can do to bring it back...
There is no rest, no time for sleep or even fishing...
There is something missing, something I lack...
The world is chaos and I with it...
Bringing the hate of others into my life was a mistake..
Feeling like my life is walking through shit...
Bosses that are unreal, friends who are fake...
The State of me is down and out...
The State of Me is a magicless carpet...
A child who can only frown and pout...
A color that has faded, water that is not wet...
I AM PISSED!

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This is my first blogg here so I decided to cheat and use a previous blogg from a lesser site...

The night was really getting dark and it was a long walk to the old school building.
As I walked into the room every eye was upon me. No one spoke or moved, yet I could feel the hate pouring over me like hot oil; their eyes burning through me as I sat down. The man behind the podium was staring straight at me only speaking to ask, "What are you doing?" My response was simple and confusing to the man. "I am here to learn."
Grunts arose with a few muffled "Cracker" and "Asshole"s.
It was a sadly stereotypical meeting, consisting of bringing down "the Man," and "White Devils"...
Now, reasonably smart people realize that "the Man" hasn't existed in quite some time, but these young men and woman seemed to be the aggressors and the comments were directed at me.
After an hour or so I stood, the only white face in the crowd and asked a simple question, "Is the plight of this meeting for equality as your flyers suggested or for control, as you have stated here tonight?"
One young man stood to face me and shouted, "How are you supposed to understand the black man?"
"I'm not supposed to understand the color, just the man." I replied to more grunts and groans. I continued, "Today I came to listen, to learn how to better serve others, but all I got tonight was hate. You speak of racism and yet all of you here are angry with me because I am white."Another voice came booming over the others, "Your family wasn't forced into slavery and definitely didn't go through segregation! You don't know what it is to be black!"
"You're right," I said, "but I know about being poor and about inner city life. I know what pain is and I know hardship. What I don't know what is like to be you, personally, without color or status."
The room was silent for a while and the meeting was adjourned around eleven. There was still anger in the air as the people started to file out. Some people however saw my point and came over and began to talk to me about their experiences and asked if I would come again next week. And actually, I think I will.