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Smile 4 Me
04.13.2013
We break ourselves constantly. Consistently. Each second. But! When one lives in a broken, fractured state for decades nothing, I mean no fu**ing thing, can hurt you; can win.
But a lot of this don't realize this.
The majority believes themselves whole.
That is what "Twelve Lashes" is about.
We, I've come to see, must embrace our brokenness. Broken things irritate feet. Pottery, glass, etc for example. A room with all the light-bulbs blown out is dangerous to those not familiar with the territory. Brokenness is strength.
My mind is so broken that I've had to build my body to compensate. I turned a negative into a positive. I'm a guerrilla with the mind of Tweety Bird. A paranoid Tweety Bird.
But a little person, a dwarf, driving a Mack Truck is still driving a Mack Truck.
I know how to file lawsuits like a trained professional but I'll never be able to hold down a job and feed myself like any old sixteen-year-old could.
A prisoner of war returns to the States triumphant. We prisoners of the drug war never return. We cross the border and become immigrants when we walk through these razor wire fences. We lose the language. The look.
Every society, all "republics" ;), must have an internal enemy to feel above; to look down on; to hang from oak trees or stick in ovens or put on reservations.
I am triumphant in the knowledge that I, that me and my comrades here, we are this generation's Anne Frank, Sitting Bull and Nat Turner.
And you all reading these words are the S.S., the Fascists, the Theodore Roosevelts storming our hills slaying innocent women and children.
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