Words fall to this page like leafs off a tree.
Still ask myself,
"What comes with being a born-free?"
Is it a past we never had to see?
Or
Is it the present thats as bitter as salt from the sea?
Don't get me wrong, Men are trash, vile treacherous things that will betray even themselves.a Engineered to want or need women from the day their born. And so from the get go the ball has always been in our court. But we're to busy loathing ourselves and in competition with each other to notice. That discovery and not just the external locus of control has been the source of my many depressions. That all we do on this earth is hurt and be hurt, endure. Tell me what is the meaning of life, How does the caterpillar metamorph if it is constantly in healing? How does the butterfly relish in kissing flowers when it will either pluck it's wings out? It's self or other animals and forces of nature will do it. And that ladies and gentlemen is the struggle of the depressed. Futility. What is the point of trying, if the probability of your efforts being thwarted is identical to you succeeding? The metaphor I like using for my depressions...
" You can not use apartheid as an excuse" Excuse me? I don't think you understand what you're saying... a little more than 2 decades later we are expected to forget apartheid forget that that you came to OUR country, OUR continent and had the audacity to deem us inferior. then you proceeded to take from us, in fact steal our livestock , our land, even our liberty, anything you could get your hands on you took from us. We are thieves? well I wonder where we learnt that from. Called us uncivilised, yet YOU had primitive minds that only knew to conquer and divide. Tell me how are we to forget, how you relentlessly tried to destroy our nation, our humanity. You made our ethnicity feel like sin, like the pigment of our skin made us sub-human. Called us vile but you used pseudo science to convince yourselves that you were better. You imposed your religion on us and when we rejected it, you called us Kafers and for years to follow you used such words to torment...
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