A white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir....when I was born I was BLACK " "When I grew up I was BLACK, " "When I'm sick I'm BLACK, " "When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, " "When I'm cold I'm BLACK, " "When I die I'll be BLACK." "But you sir." "When you are born you're PINK". "When you grow up you're WHITE, " "When you're sick, you're GREEN, " "When you go in the sun you turn RED, " "When you're cold you turn BLUE, " "And when you die you turn PURPLE. "And you have the BALLS to call me colored?!" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away.. Put this on your page if you ******** HATE RACISM! >:|
Today we laugh to cry As I say good day to the ones I have slain I let them fall in their grave. As I laugh I cry as the thoughts of my lost one who meant the most has left me shy. My feelings of others who have bothered in telling they do not care. When I die I will not say goodbye for I will have not left. I hate the way I feel little pain in the open I conceal them with truth. I care not for the shallow depths of gloom; I seem only to care without despair the lengths of the noose. Gunshots and blade wounds do not bring me to shame only when my duty is to blame to cause ones own fault. In the step of the grace, to keeps its pace sends the lowly that have gone in flame. Cruelty to the absence of life to the half hearted open and broken wounded and shattered to feel what should not. Today you all lay on our backs and claim. “We are weak in this week, on this hour of his name.” A look of dread on the faces of the damned and the dead vanish into the souls of the living. They all find joy in toying with those that deny they do cry in the face of the lost the faces of the forgotten, the shameful, the hateful, the fearful, the lying, conniving, fateful, shameful. They dislike feeling sorrow to feel the gift of cuts, burns, and scars. I do feel these troubles but as a distant touch of a faint light. I feel it all, just not as I should, not as I could if only I hadn’t drifted into peace, oh so grand you would think oh to be rid of all feeling, but without feeling what shame do you feel what relief is their in motionless time spent all alone in the past. Lost in the good times, forgetting the bad, isn’t that grand? Isn’t that freedom? No it is not to lose the thoughts of ones mistakes that let them reach this horrible state of mind I tell you not. I feel no regret in my tears not even the ones of red. You all laugh to cry, but if I could I would cry to laugh what I would give, all but one, what I wouldn’t give just one, the one that makes it so I feel I would never give in, not even for me, nothing. Today you laugh to cry, just as you live to die.
Girl: I'm always here for you
Boy: I know ..=(
Girl: What's wrong?
Boy: I like this girl so much ....
Girl: Talk to her
Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like me ...
Girl: Don't say that. You're amazing
Boy: I just want her to know how I feel...
Girl: Then tell her.
Boy: She won't like me....
Girl: How do you know that?
Boy: I can just tell...
Girl: Well just tell her.
Boy: What should I say
Girl: Tell her how much you like her
Boy: I tell her that daily
Girl: what do you mean?
Boy: I'm always with her. I love her.
Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem.
But he'll never like me
Who do you like?
Girl: Oh some boy
Boy: Oh... she won't like me either.
Girl: She does
Boy: How do you know..
Girl: Because, who wouldn't like you?
Girl: You're wrong, I love you.
Boy: I love you too.
Girl: So are you going to talk to her?
Boy : I just did...