Indignation anger

I’m angry! The anger is bursting out of my body as the fires comes out of the building that is about to be taken by the final breath of existence. The voice comes out of my gut, spilling out the fragments of people’s blind wonder as if they are cutting their flash, eating themselves in silence. I’m angry because of self defeat with ethics, philosophy, religion, politics, media that is “with love” inseminated in my stomach to grow cancer, I want to throw up.

And you, a taxi driver who try to attach me based on the color of my skin, you are the priest who tells me that I can be saved with your fucking forgiveness, you are the sophist who makes me think that there are both sides to each argument, you are the politician who makes me  think that a violence is done for a better purpose, you who are a cure to my pain as long as I will commit my weakness and call myself a loser, committing with my mouth shut to you. Who the fuck are you to speak to me, while I’m care for those who you have created, who do you think you are, sizing me up and call me white based on your cultural past.

I was not there to put your family through misery, your people did. I was not the one who betrayed you with the ideas of eternal happiness, you did. I am not the one who obligated to be empathetic to your passive aggressive state of mind. I am not the one who blame you for my people’s pain. I’m the one who speaks out with my thoughts, delivering my pain to the world of stupidity. I’m here not asking to be saved, you are the one who never will. You are the one who find excuses to raise your hand on me, to get drunk, and to go to the church on a Sunday morning to sing the world “Lord”. You are the one who will tell your friends that the reason to your problems is someone else, you are the one who is afraid to look at yourself into the mirror and to feel what I feel, you are the one who will never acknowledge your real thoughts, feelings, pain nor take responsibilities to your actions. You are the one who will watch TV and find every reason to stick to your little lies called “life”.

I’m not here to forgive you, I’m here to tell you that you are sinking in self pity. I am not here to feel sorry for you, cause you don’t feel sorry for yourself. You have never had guts to confront your ghost, instead, you are seeking for victims, knowing that the fear is the only thing that you need to see in them. I’m not here to teach you a lesson, how can you bring the wisdom to a deaf one. I’m here to say that I am angry, I have the guts to feel the chaos and adrenalin in my blood, I’m here to acknowledge it and to express it! So learn.