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Racists note: Sometimes Your Own Worst Enemy Is Yourself

Gabrielle Bluestone
3/30/15 11:30pm

Once upon a time a man started hitting his head against a wall. A passerby asked him, "Why are you hitting your head
against that wall?" "Because it feels so... Well, I guess because I don't have a weirdly strong mirror like that cute little goat."

The man stopped for a moment and then he started again because as it turned out, it had felt rather good when he stopped.

[h/t Tastefully Offensive .. http://www.tastefullyoffensive.com/2015/03/baby-goat-head-butts-her-reflection-in.html ]

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UnderYetOver > Gabrielle Bluestone
3/30/15 11:46pm

This is a quality addition to the animal mirror genre. My favorite is-

motherlandias > Gabrielle Bluestone
3/31/15 1:10am

So glad this is relevant, because this video is hysterical, but so sad because being your own worst enemy is painful:

http://gawker.com/sometimes-your-own-worst-enemy-is-yourself-1694693891

.. the above was prompted by the "A Native American's Warning to the White Race" in yours .. two quotes ..

"Your worst enemy is white people" "I agree" .. the video ..

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Still I Rise - Poem by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poems/racism/

See also:

God bless her, Maya Angelou, and may we learn from her life:
http://investorshub.advfn.com/boards/read_msg.aspx?message_id=102694147

Maya Angelou, Lyrical Witness of the Jim Crow South, Dies at 86

By MARGALIT FOX
MAY 28, 2014


Maya Angelou in 2008. Credit Tim Sloan/Agence France-Presse — Getty Images
http://investorshub.advfn.com/boards/read_msg.aspx?message_id=102561817

Another brilliant post, F6. LOL, i expected the first one to be dark, but it was sunny instead .. lololol .. loved Negrotown ..