Just another opinion on cops killing black teens

So another black kid dead at the hands of a white police officer. This time there’s no doubt the kid deserved it, because he held a gun to the cop, and yet black people are still complaining. Are you guys that fucking terrible and twisted that it’s gonna take a cop to give up their defense and let a suspect kill them, will that finally make you happy? It just pisses me off how so many people act like those black teens in the national headlines that were killed are fucking saints, who actually helped out the very communities defending them, when in reality they were just there to take from them and give nothing back. This whole thing has gotten out of control and it isn’t getting better, America isn’t getting any better.

Vermillion (Poem)

I’ve been listening to Vermillion Pt. 2 by Slipknot lately, and one day I was just inspired to write a poem based off of it. Hope you guys enjoy it.

She sleeps in white but dreams in black
Stepping on grass and shards of shattered glass
He sky is faded and void of color
Her dreams are filled with her vanished lover

Her once pure dress is covered in dirt
The one that she has worn since birth
It flaps in the wind she doesn’t feel
She lives in a world that isn’t real

She sings the song that nobody else sings
Wraps the gifts that no one else needs
She keeps everything locked up inside herself
She’s the victim that nobody tries to help

It’s spring but she feels colder than winter
She is a deep and hidden splinter
Stuck inside of me that I can get out
She’s silent even when she wants to shout

The Man in Black (Poem)

I’ve really been getting into writing poems lately, and I just thought I’d share one of my first’s.

The man in black just trudges along
Forever walking down the haunting road
Wishing that he could finish his song
But his soul is just too cold

The man in black walks by the crooked tree
Worn and withered by the never ending wind
Wondering what it’s like to be free
Wonders how life would be without so much sin

The man in black walks the path of crows
Segregated from life and isolated from hope
His cut is even deeper than it shows
But he has found a new way to cope

The man in black just stares at the tar
And finally feels that he has a true friend
The man in black has walked so far
Hoping soon he’ll make it to the end

The man in black simmers under the black hole sun
And stares at it until his eyes start to bleed
He has a different definition of fun
He’s just looking for the next opportunity to feed

The man in black hides in plain sight
Hoping never to be found
And every day he waits for the night
Because that’s when all his friends come around

The man in black has learned from his past
He depends on nothing but death
Always wishing that his next step is his last
Always wishing one day he’ll be able to forget

The man in black is starting to fade
And he feels a numbing feeling of content
He has finally found black’s darkest shade
Finally found the place to which his soul will be sent

How I Feel (In Detail)

Life is intricate, life is beautiful when it’s at its basic state, its deepest root, but there are aspects that affect and distorts its natural innocence and beauty. There are good times and there are bad times, but right now I feel like I’m stranded in a tunnel void of hope, happiness, and life. Like i’m stuck in a freezer, my heart just keeps getting colder and colder the longer and further that I’m here. I feel like I’m encased in a cage of sorrow and emptiness. The way I’m feeling right now just tears my heart out, but numbs me at the same time. Writing has always been a channel, a place where my emotions can flow and I can just state my feelings and emotions, but it can help me dig myself out of this hole that I’ve found myself in. That’s how I feel.

#8: Colleges and Mall Cops

Alright so I planned on meeting my friend in Braintree the other day, and I realized that I still hadn’t used my college tour day yet. I woke up at the normal time that I do for school and left like 15 minutes later than I normally would. So I get down to the train station and the train was scheduled to get there at 8:07, well I checked the time and it was 8:10. I then went on my phone and looked up the mbta website and find out some idiot got her car stuck on the tracks. So the train got delayed by about 25 minutes and got there at 8:32. I arrived at the Braintree station and then took the red line to JFK/UMASS and just barely made it in time.

So I get into this little room where other people are scheduled to take a tour also, and we go over this 45 minute power point, and then met with the tour guide. The facility was impressive and there were alot of constructions being done, but what really caught my eye was the catwalk system, it went on for a long time. There was nothing truly memorable other than that, but I really am considering trying to get my grade up and getting into that college, or at least any.

So I take back the shuttle bus to the train station and go up to Braintree. I had about 2 hours to wander around and do nothing, so I went to get a coffee from Dunkins and walk up to the mall. After those two hours my friend hit me up and we met at his house and then just started walking back up there. We didn’t even go in the mall we just went up to the very top of it. Now I was also at the very top during my first trip there (It’s about a 25 foot drop to the parking lot below that and an even further drop to to parking lot) and a white security guard came on walking by and didn’t say a word to me. On the second trip there me and my friend were in the exact spot and I was sitting on the ledge while he was standing. All of a sudden a black security guard came walking over here and said “Now tell me what’s wrong with this picture” and I replied “Nothing officer, I don’t see anything illegal going on over here.” Long story short he kicked us off the property for fucking sitting on a pretty secure and pretty not dangerous are were the ledge was really wide and there was no way I was falling from there. Basically what I’m trying to say is I wonder what would’ve happened if some black kids were in our situation, with a black mall cop walking by and saying nothing and then a white mall cop later on kicking them off the property, I wonder if the word ‘racist’ or ‘hate crime’ would be used. 

One more thing, the reason why I was sitting on the ledge is because I like the spot and it was a good spot to take some photos of the clouds and the surrounding from, I was never going to fall off the ledge.

#7: This is actually real

So I stumbled across one of the trends on Facebook and it talked about Justin Bieber killing black people and joining the KKK, and I just had to post something about this. So I watched the video and he was like 14 years old and the video just surfaced now, like really, how can a video like that be covered up for over like 3 years. The video was basically him saying “One less lonely nigger” a few times, and then he said “If I kill you I’ll be part of the KKK”. I know what you’re thinking, and no I am not lying, here’s the video link, or actually here’s a few of them if one site takes it down or something. Actually no it’s TMZ they’re definitely gonna leave it up

http://www.tmz.com/2014/06/04/justin-bieber-singing-one-less-lonely-n-word-video-girl/

Wow, that’s a new level of terrible even for ‘the Beibs’. I also read about Whoopi Goldberg of all fucking people defending him, saying “The N Word means nothing in Canada”. I’m pretty sure that the N-word has gotta mean something everywhere. Also one more thing, stay classy Bieber.