Dec. 1, 2013

Beating Depression

From The Unseen Face Of America A Prisoner Rant To Rave by Linniell Phipps (author's profile)

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Rant to Rave
II * My Rant * 11 * 2013

Beating Depression

You know!

As I read through this book called Beating Depression to understand or try get a good understanding of this mood, this feeling that's constant in my life, that I experience on a day to day basis, I look over to this OK! magazine I was periodically looking through and left on the page were Stacy Keib and some other beautiful females was on and seeing her hairdo. It look like a rope tied around a dead sister body. A lifeless smile to outline a once beautiful face. And I've come to understand that I'm an ethnic man not a white man, So although some of what I feel is depression, that's an attribute from the day in and day out of racial degradation I feel from the hands of those around me set in their sick mind frame. I realize that it is also pure unrestrained justifiable hatred as well. Do you think her smile is a true and real smile? As I look close at this priceless piece. The US Weekly, OK! or one of those magazine comes to mind, that I seen G.C. in, with Sandra B. They're supposed to be a couple. Not saying that Stacy don't have paper, but her bank ain't as long as Sandra. But to G.C., who's papered in, does that matter...

Stacy is a priceless piece. Why would he trade down to a dime piece. You know! From her beautiful skin tone one can foolishly venture, and say she's a sistas undercover.

I don't think it's real...

I don't think it's true...

We often hide so many thing with our smile. I wonder if what she is hiding is what I'm expressing. You know, as I look at this pic closely now, I say she is.

You know! She may think like all them pink toes that are sistas. That I would want to take her back home and have her lay down in the mud. The only sistas I have at truly loving and receiving love. True love! Shit, I don't want to lay in the mud and I don't think I would be into mud baths. So why would I want to throw her in the mud. But I do wish to have my hut. Sh*t! I'm as about as industrialized as they come. She probably look down on our polygamous culture. But if we give up everything that God design us to be for a white or an Arab world, society and culture, then we'll always stay a lost, downtrodden people.

I see the devastating effects it have on our females, any female, when one is dishonest. That monogamous lifestyle is not for me. Look! I know for sure that I'll never crack Stacy Keib. Shit, most sistas that are darker than her wouldn't even give me the time or day if I was on the street walking around with holes in my shoes. Man, they'll talk so bad about a jigga it would be crazy. In the joint...! The pen! Shit, I'll never crack a priceless piece like that. And no matter how much I would want to be the good boy... I'm street...

You catch me on the wrong day anywhere. The pen or the streets with some bullsh*t and you'll get your ass handed to you in a serious way. Which might have me back up in here, if they catch me. And at my age. Sh*t! We'll be driving around the motherland in a full size Silverado 1500 with a trailer attach to the back, holding on our modified M-16 A9s that blast 7.628, looking for a spot to set up shop for the night! They should've never f*ck with me... Should we give up all that we are, our lives at a measly price for our hatred... or should we do what they least expect...

See, I know that if I shot a kite at her she would never respond. Name one sister that have not would. So I'll use her as a priceless symbolic gesture. We're so conditionalized to the white & black public perception that we fail to grasp a hold of who we are as human beings.

Why should I have to approach a female who might be into me. Why can't she spit at me.

If a female or a male fall into the flawed public perception out there, then where does it leave those who desire to have a true smile. I would not trade a Stacy Keib in for the world. But would a Stacy Keib trade the world in for someone like me... a street jigga... I wonder if our hatred is the same. Dare to do what they least expect...

It's so hard living... It is... But it's dishonorable giving in to them!!!

MY RANT

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