Living on the Brink

When I see you looking at my anatomy, I feel...SICK. ICK! I don't want any of it. I want to wear clothes that make me feel pretty and do not leave me feeling big, fat, and ugly. You act as if you have a right to talk to, and touch me. You are just like all the N****Rs on "tv." It is demonry and this LADY has had it. It is not just disrespect, it is violence and sexual sadism on me. I keep moving and working and you all infiltrate my dreams. Nightmares leave me not sleeping well of late. Everyday I deal with YOUR hate my way. I don't care who you are, you are not a spiritual rock star until you can prove your allegience. PROTECTION is the only value that will get you there and away from the electric chair. All of the negativity and lack of loyalty (i.e. deceit) is measured and recorded for your potential immersement in a torture zone. I walk alone. I suggest this for everybody before it is YOU out here with 12 axis of torture, especially from "minority communities", every day. I will hold the sabre and the tiger will come to me in his time. For now, I pick the few flowers that are out there and concentrate on whatever outlet has positivity for the moment. All hate nations are out there today. I have RAGE, but I will never be anything more than THE LITTLE NAZI. I guess I just earned my PhD is PURITY.