Wednesday, October 1, 2014

I don’t care about their respect or them seeing us as people: I know they will never see us as people. We’re just poor trash or brown trash or poor brown trash, but never people.


All I want is to hurt them until they can’t laugh anymore. All I want is for them to hurt like we hurt; I want them to pay the price for their laughter. I want them to beg me for mercy and they will find none.

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