Ok,its true what I am doing is not fine. I am in a sack of broken hearts crying out loud and I cant afford to bleed because there is another one somewhere worth my dirty blood. I dont want to lie, that what I have been writing has always been poetic and that my mind just made it up, because I still think of you and everyday you’d take part of my heart beats. If we still loved each other, it would have been so sweet for this to happen but now its a whole battle that I keep fighting and you end up winning. Not cool at all
Originally posted on Butterfly Mind:
Swinging Bridge at Babcock State Park, West Virginia “Hey Mom, are trees living things or living beings?” Our nine year old son looked into the forest then up at me as we hiked side by side along a gurgling brook.…
Racism is what I would like to call an act of discrimination and prejudice or antagomism directed against someone of a different , lets call it, complexion.
It is also the belief that all members of a “complexion” possess characteristics or abitities that belong to them.
Basically you know what am talking about, racism.