last summer i walked past abus stop and a large, (very large,) black man stood there, tall, with his top off, a a ripped torso, sweating and gleaming in the sun, bald head, growling, listening to his music - and he smelled great - and i thought to myself what if he steps on that bus and young fit giggling schoolgirls are there, they going to stare at his torso and laugh loudly and want him in their pants
and what if i had had to get on that bus behind him and thus be humiliated? t he girls going gaga for this beast while i sit there sullen and pale andunwanted and flabby and horrible
why do women hate me so much?
why do white men not look upon big sweaty negresses like white girls look upon black men?
why is it that all white men have to offer is money?
no soul no mind no feeling no humanity
world's just a fantasy
it's all sick' sickening horrible
tkae me away