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| You call us "Cracker", "Honkey", "Whitey" and even "The Man" and you think it's OK.
But when we call you, "nigger", "Kike", "Towelhead", "Sand-nigger", "Camel Jockey", "Beaner" or "Chink" you call me a racist.
You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live
You have the United Negro College Fund.
You have Martin Luther King Day.
You have Black History Month.
You have Cesar Chavez Day.
You have Yom Hashoah
You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi
You have the NAACP.
You have BET.
If we had WET(white entertainment television) we'd be racists.
If we had a White Pride Day you would call us racists.
If we had white history month, we'd be racists.
Blacks are allowed in Miss America...but they still have Miss Black America, If we had Miss White America, we'd be racists
If we had an organization for only whites to "advance" our lives, we'd be racists.
If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships, you know we'd be racists.
In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us racists.
You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're
not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists.
You rob us, car-jack us, and shoot at us.
But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer running from the law and posing a threat to society, you call him a racist.
But, you call us a racists.
Why is it that only whites can be racists?
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| sometimes i just wanna run away
and see +w h i c h+ of my friends
care enough to (( f o l l o w )) me | | |
| Everyone longs to give themselves completely to someone- to be loved exclusively and thoroughly, but God, to a Christian says, No, not until you're satisfied and content with being loved by me alone. Until you discover that only in Me is your satisfaction to be found, you will never be united with another- Stop planning. Stop wishing-Allow Me to bring it to you. Just keep watching ME, expecting the greatest things. Keep experiencing satisfaction knowing that I AM . . . You must keep looking off and away, up to ME or you'll miss what I have to show you. And then, when you are ready, I'll surprise you with a love far more wonderful than any you would ever dream. Until you are satisfied exclusively with Me and the life I have prepared for you, You won't be able to experience the love that exemplifies your relationship with Me...And this is the perfect love. | | |
| Girl: Hi.
Boy: Umm... hi.
Girl: I have to tell you something...
Boy: What?
Girl: I really like you. And I... I think I'm falling in love with you.
Boy: Ok...
Girl: What do you mean "ok"?
Boy: I don't like you like that...
Girl: Why not?
Boy: I can't tell you... maybe another time...
From then on, the girl kept asking the boy "Why not?" whenever she saw him, and he kept answering the same answer of "I'll tell you later." Finally the girl got fed up.
Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why you don't like me!
Boy: Do you really wanna know why?
Girl: Yes!
Boy: It's because you're not pretty! What's the point of going out with someone when they're not pretty?!
Girl: But... I...
Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone!
The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone, crying her heart out. Then her cell phone rings.
Girl: Hello?
Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'll be home from work in a few hours.
Girl: Alright Mom.
Mom: I love you.
Girl: I love you too, Mom.
Mom: Bye Bye.
Girl: Bye
The girl heads home and once she got there, she went in the bathroom and looked at herself in the miror.
Girl: I'm not pretty enough...
She set to work, knwoing fully well what she was going to do. 2 hours later, her Mom came home and heard the bath water running. She went upstairs to find the hallway flooded so she knocked on the door.
Mom: Honey? Are you alright?
She opened the door and was shocked at the site. The bath was overflowing onto the floor and the water was tinted red. She walked over to see what was inside and screamed. There, her little girl was lying with cuts all over her face and wrists. Her Mom backed away and was going to run to call the police when something caught her eye. On the miror, a piece of paper was taped up.
"Am I Pretty Enough Now?".... | | |
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