Rant to Rave
8 Conscious Reflection 11-2013
Self-Hatred.
The Internal Conflict Within!

I finally get an opportunity to get out of the cell. It's early October, 2013 in the afternoon. And it's yard and gym day. All my life! It's been like this. I can feel it. I can see it. I can hear it. Then it become clear. How can I stop them, guide them. Why should I walk willingly into these immoral immortal cultural traps. Why should I be sacrifice by the blacks. Shit!!! I refuse to be the slave of the white man. But I'll be God-damn! If I'll be the slave of the black man.

I don't know why he compel me to go through with life. It get so hard. I ask myself, I pray to him constantly, downright shout at him with all my heart and soul. And what! He gives me... understanding... I no longer fight hard with these mass murderers, the world labels as doctors, physicians, medical providers. They, they... how do one put it into words... I guess it's best that I just say - I - put up a little fight because I'm just tired. It's not self-destructive, sacrificial or martyrdom. Notions that I'm expressing here. It's my unbridled prejudicial hatred I'm - so, expressing here. I wish for everybody to see what I see, what these two legged animals - their hidden atrocities committed daily. So, as this and the ever so real picture of GBR (Gangsta Blood Rage) talking Lil BCN (Blood Cry Now) up out of his draws as GBR wear them well into the middle of the night, which is so evident for all to see at morning mainline, when little BCN come out of his cell barely walking, is on my mind. While I'm in the gym. I'm walking around observing my surrounding, getting the feel of thing as Judah Canaanite and 2nd Abel hit the court. 4 on 4 on a 3 on 3 court. Yes, that don't make any sense. I know. But it's the way with us, doing senseless sh*t. But this is an intentional act. They're waiting for me to ask them why, as if I'm the idiot. You know! That's how we are perceived. Us Negro people. We're incompetent, immoral, deceitful people with no self loyalty, or cultural loyalty, etc, etc.

I hear this sound off in the background as I walk around consoling my thoughts.

J.C. (Judah Canaanite) just bit deep into his bottom lip. He's punishing himself for the wrong he has done and about to do... J.C. is black Ethiopian. He lick out his tongue and push out his bottom lip to show his self-punishment.

I don't agree with a lot of things in life, but I'm just one man. I hear something going on which snap me back to a more conscious state. It's J.C. He has found a willing victim. So I'm setting down on the bench as J.C. fire on 2nd Abel. It's the lesson I've been feeling earlier, I had to learn that day. But it was not what these black life cheaters, failures was trying to teach me for I'd already knew that. It was what God was trying to teach me. J.C. got 2nd Abel by his beautiful curly natural, serving him shots to the face. Two black correctional officers finally get it, and physically get into the whatever and stop J.C....

The saddest thing is I don't think J.C. is gone to be around too much longer. It's just too hard living as us... Some win and some lose their internal battle, war...

I'm strip down, bare. Please! I beg of you. Don't ridicule me because of my nudity.

Linniell Phipps DOC# 718876
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I know! I know! Thank for reading, though.

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