The Tracks of My Tears - Smokey Robinson & The Miracles

I shall not lie, it hit Me like a ton of bricks. Something told me to go to My beautiful, brilliant daughter's page, to pull up her friends... and sure 'nuff... there was My Beautiful, Brilliant Daughter and My Grandson on that Maggot's page! Yes, I screamed. Yes, the tears gushed. But, she has that right.

All I can say is "Wow". Sure , the shit hurts but, "It is what it is". That low immoral, faggot , piece of dog shit swine, has never successfully read one book in his entire long , triffling, pathological lying sorry ass life.

The mental midget never earned a college degree. So lacking enough in "mother wit" he could not "fag" his way out of college after wasting eight years and somebody's money.

I graduated Number Thirty-Seven out of Six Hundred and Thirty Seven students. I graduated with honors trying to prove to this horrid World skin color doesn't matter. It didn't work. I got crucified for my brilliance. "Too Black! Too Black! Go Back! Go Back!" You lying dogs, you know it is not color. It is envy! Jealousy.

"Caste not your pearls before swine." If a person is determined to deliberately misunderstand you , they will. People that demand to rank and separate people by skin color , shall. "It is what it is."

I know who I am! I know whose I am . Anyone defining and ranking Me by skin color, have mercy on them LORD.

I know that slutty, slut left me for a MAN, rather a fellow closet HOMOSEXUAL! I know that scummy, illiterate , mental midget suffers with extreme jealousy, just like that damn dead Maggot mathy jane.

One thing about it, WE all have Free Will.

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