sum kinda activist rant

By Rachelle King

Begin abstract flow: Resenting Mr. "Come on, give me a blow!" Joe down on Highland avenue aint doin nothin for the betterment of my self. My health’s fallin fast like San Diego night sticks. Now, them dicks be battin up, homeless fucked, but can’t say much more about our educated few:

"Oh, you new. Can’t you read between the lines [our invisible signs are posted at the door]. You readin the wrong books, sportin last season’s required activist look. And socialism never worked for Marx, so put them dusty ideas back into the box."

Nowadays haters come in all shapes and sizes. All those utilizin their sixth sense to sniff out shit talkers are really just stabbin their neighbor's back. Progressive ideas attack each other. Thought does not meet thought. They bat it off, like players in deserted fields. Hittin balls across deserted bleachers. Silencin are own progressive thinkers. Tolerance teachers sellin out to numb-minded speakers of ignorance. Belligerence will only further our plight, our struggle for rights.

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