a friend of mine and i were riding the stony island bus we were sitting at the back only getting two hours of sleep didn't really help and my head on his shoulder didn't either and the little boy got on he looked and asked what was wrong i said i should ask you this same thing he started whispering to the little boy next to him and than i said i would hang him out of the window if he continued to bother us he began talking and calling us fags i got incensed not because of his words because of his age and because no one on the damn bus would say anything to him so i looked at each of them and they dropped their heads and i looked at this little boy as he was talking of fucking boys in their asses and i had never felt so angry as i did than so i looked at him and said wait till you go to prison. and he shut up, but kept talking trash about me way at the front of the bus and my friend? said nothing afterward about that fuck the homophobic world
Reason for writing:
little kids pick up things. it killed me that no one on the goddamned bus would say anything to this boy, while he YELLED these words at us. and i've never felt so disappointed in my race, because everyone on the bus was black!! how fucking sad!!!
Birth sign: Aries
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