Hey, Bae. Why you in denial, huh? You need a snickers or something?
I’m tired. I’m tired of fucking people who say America’s ‘race problem’ doesn’t exist. I’m tired of my people being killed in group loads because of stupid ass supremacist and hateful ideologies. I’m tired of white people being arrested like this:
And black people being arrested like this (GRAPHIC):
Please understand: people can be mentally ill. People can be fucked the fuck up. But RACISM IS NOT A MENTAL ILLNESS. Author Julia Craven (@CurlyCrayy) totes it is a way to shield white offenders from having to account for their actions. If y’all read my post about the men’s rights movement you know I agree. It’s not a fucking excuse.
America, we need to do better at punishing those responsible, regardless of what position the offender holds in society. Black people are twice as likely to die at the hands of police while unarmed, and police have a 50% chance of walking away from the incident with little to no sanctions. That’s a motherfucking shame. Sorry Bae, can’t let this one go.
Hey, Bae. Why you so violent, huh? You need a snickers or something? First and foremost, your punk ass killed Treyvon Martin so I ain’t even trying to give you no motherfucking spotlight. But your stupid ass got arrested again!? And this time for busting your bae up with a wine bottle!? First of all, that bitch needs to leave you, cause this the second time you been called the cops on for domestic assault. Why she still with you after the last time TWO YEARS AGO don’t make no kinda sense. But for real though, you seeing an exorcist to manage that demon you got? Cause you all kinds of messed up. Why you gotta walk around so damn angry all the time? Beating on people, standing your ground and shit. Fuck that. Sit your punk ass down. Hitting women and shooting unarmed teenagers. You think that shit makes you a man? You the biggest chump I seen in the longest. Whatever grind you on is some broke business and you need to jump that ship right quick. People like you make me sick, walking around with a misguided sense of entitlement, thinking people need to roll out the red carpet for you. You lucky nobody got a carpet with your name on it, shit you tryna pull. Go to the gym and do some yoga. Attend a motherfucking meditation retreat. Do SOMETHING. Find your fourth chakra and put some love in the world. That anger gonna burn you up, taking bitches and babies down with you. Let it go, Bae.
“When someone that I have never met before tells me to “have a blessed day”, i grimace at the notion that they are pushing their religious agenda on me. Don’t even get me started on people who leave this as part of their voicemail messages “thank you for calling and have a blessed day!” Am I being cranky?”
Hey, Bae. Why you so cranky, huh? You need a snickers or something? Why you on one over people wishing you happiness? Cause that’s all this is. I mean, I know you’re non-practicing/non-religious/atheist/down with organized religion and shit, and I’m not saying organized religions haven’t been at the root of a lot of bad mojo in life since the beginning. But can’t a bitch wish you a good day without you flipping your shit? Cause on the real, nobody’s standing there with a clipboard saying “sign up to receive the goodness of the Lord at a neighborhood church near you”. This ain’t about a grassroots campaign or recruitment conspiracy. No one’s asking you to save your soul or someone else’s. It’s about human kindness. You could have a bad motherfucking day and it wouldn’t pay me no nevermind. But I’m a cool cat and think people deserve to be happy, even if they are “someone that I have never met before”. So take a chill pill and stop putting out such negative vibes. Be blessed, happy, karmically positive or whatever you wanna call it. And capitalize your ‘i’s’. You know better than that. Let it go, Bae.