I've been so brainwashed by the fact that dying would be better than confronting you The thought gnawing and biting at my brain How can I love you so much that I cry at the thought of you dying But hate you so much that I can go unspoken for months
What is the point of loving a person who isn't in my life the way I imagined Never come to my events but wallow in the thought of missing them Drink on end to pass out and drive me home wasted And the thought still comes back that I love you
How can I love one person so much but hate at the same...
I have no intention to stay, No intention to be enemy Upon your barren shores Where there's apples on the tree Long grass in the pasture There's a snake waiting to snap at you Whisper sweet harmonies in your ear While coiling around your heart Your recoil, is the most dangerous part.
It's too late to react, falling back only leaves you grounded, Wings never fully adjust To the heavy words thrown around them God hushed your lips to the secrets of eden, The little crease between your nose and mouth, ...
Complain only if or when you're asked - not before!
By Stanley Collymore
Who demanded, requested suggested or even sought to persuade you Boris Kemal-Johnson, Dominic Raab or similar like minded Nazi, fascist, ultra- racist politicians or quite similar morons like you to bend your knees in solidarity, obedience or even the act of subjugation, as you asininely see it, with the Black Civil Rights cause, or more crucially as it happens with the rather pertinent to us, the Black Lives Matter Movement?
Bitches rolling at me because I rattle at the lips I spit that fucking shit because that's my gift Punk pussy ass bitches scheming and attacking on a racial tip Even the fucking cops are ensuring that I don't have a grip
Hahaha, check my resume, i've come through bitches trying to blast me I fucking blast back I'm not trying to be no one's casualty Where in the fuck do you think all of that racism went from the sixties Those bitches joined the police force and enlisted into the military
Pulling motherfuckers over and then choking them out ...
I Is Me simply isn't the band wagon type We don't do shit simply because it's tradition or popular When we breathe, we breathing because we have to There isn't an attempt to synchronize and breathe as one We live, so we breathe
We drink water and eat food Not because everyone else is doing it But these thing are necessary for us to live in this body It demands nourishment, although we have a delicate palate We live, so we eat
We hear because we have been blessed with hearing We don't like what everyone are screaming at the...
I've immerse myself in my work never giving a thought to prejudice hearing whispers in the background talking crap about anything they can nitpick sometimes it's about my heritage many times it's gossip of my past people soaking with preconceived notions
they see a person who's cloaked and hate builds in their soul not like I give a damn about that what really bugs me is the cowardice they say what they say but never to my face some of them want to fight me I’m ready any time, any place
Just piss off, you bloody useless, foreign interlopers!
By Stanley Collymore
How ignorant can one get? Idiots claiming to be indigenously and exclusively white Anglo-Saxon descendants of this island called Britain, when irrefutably they're nothing of the kind!
And, furthermore, with irony completely lost on these morons that the real Angles and Saxons were Germans; the very people these lowlife cretins have an intrinsic distaste for and a deeply embedded, vile hatred against....