a little ditty on bigotry

Hatred comes in many forms. It could be blatantly insulting an individual for the hue of their skin. or perhaps they are of a sexual orientation that differs from yours. Maybe you're not a fan of Muslims. It doesn't matter whether you're Black, White, Asian, Latino, or anything at all; either way, you're spreading a virus that gives intolerant people false 'justification' that it's alright if you hit some kid due to the fact he's gay; that there's absolutely nothing wrong with calling an African-American a 'nigger' just for the hell of it. In simpler terms, what I'm attempting to get across, is that if you hate, the more you make it seem it's okay that others do the same damn thing.
It's a happy little virtue that goes by the name of ignorance, and although we have made progress (think the civil rights movement), it's still very much alive in the hearts of many, as slow as we are to recognize it.
I think the way most Americans take the issue, is that "Oh, we freed the slaves two hundred years ago, we're equal now", although these are the same individuals that blame "all the Mexicans and black people" for their financial issues and their local crime rate. That, my friends, is racism. Yes, the crime rate is much higher among minorities, but there are reasons for that. No, I'm not going to take all responsibility from minorities by simply stating it's solely because of their environment--- but social environments are indeed a major factor. Yes, to an extent, the human being has a sense of right and wrong that comes naturally. It's what makes us, us. The problem is, if you've been growing up in a poor neighborhood where shootings and gang violence have become facts of life, that sense becomes distorted. Some will escape that world, using their pain as a method of building mental and emotional strength; to help them better take on life in a positive manner. However, many, if not most, do not take that path. Perhaps they can't. That's up to the individual to decide.
Also, something I'd like to point out quickly is this: if you were brought into this country as a white man's property, in shackles, viewed as inhuman, an animal, even, how long do you think it takes to reach that white man's stature in society? 10 years? 50? 100? And even after you're freed, you're still viewed in a fashion that isn't terribly different than before? What about being burned alive, or hung, and authority not giving a damn, as recently as the sixties?
And you say that men and women of color have the same opportunities as the white. Maybe today, it is close, for some. But it's certainly not equal.
In the film American History X, Edward Norton's character, Derek Vinyard, a skinhead, cites that "White Europeans came to this country and fluorished" and ponders why the black man never did. Looks like someone doesn't know his history---from the beginning of America's European colonization, there have been many, many unsuccessful settlements. Almost all the Pilgrims at Plymouth died their first winter. But while they had it hard, they didn't arrive in chains. But someone did, and they're still suffering for it.
The fact of the matter is that many, some consciously, and most, subconsciously, still harbor beliefs not too different from these; holding them close to their hearts. These ignorant beliefs that fuel violence. Hatred. Bigotry. All these things this nation can very easily do without. Unfortunately, until someone finally comes to the realization that this is no way to live, these beliefs are passed from generation to generation.
After all, we bleed the same blood. We cry the same tears. We laugh the same laughs. We're the same. We're human. End the hatred between us.

(note: this is definitely not as vivid as some of my other compositions... but it's something. take it or leave it. i'm hoping i changed a mind or two.)

wondering if this constitutes 'pathetic'

perhaps, perhaps. all i know is that i'm kind of lonely. not lonely in the sense that i'm just about ready to place an ad in the paper to let all suitors know i'm available, god no. its just, i'll admit it would be pretty nice to meet a sweet, respectful guy. friends would be fine. i'm not desperate for a boyfriend, but i wouldn't mind falling in love. if it were to happen, it'd be a beautiful thing. i haven't felt that kind of euphoria for ages. and i'd like to feel it again.
maybe someone will play matchmaker and find me a non-dick, ha. someone like me. im sick of dating the complete opposite.
at any rate. on a different note. my bum is sore from sitting on it for so goddamn long in front of the computer. it just occurred to me that it's nearly 11 p.m. that means it's almost time to retire to my bedroom, considering the fact i'm not interested in sticking around here much longer. i'll absolutely go insane.
all the clothing i took to sam's is strewn all upon my floor. second day and i haven't tidied up a thing :( perhaps i'll get to that. hopefully i'll get to some reading, too. sam let me borrow a book. 'lolita' by nabokov. definitely looking forward to starting that gem of a novel.
i want to stay up late tonight. it's not as if i don't already, but this evening, someone should call me and actually give me a reason for losing so much sleep. okay?
and someone should take me to play it again records in bethlehem sometime in the near future. it's a lovely little shop and i wanna get me some more vinyl.
my back is beginning to hurt, too. i'm in desperate need of a massage.
i think i'm going up to my bed. air conditioning, and cell phone.
will be nice.
maybe you should give me a ring.

empty?

i've got no inspiration right now. nothing at all.
i think i'm going to have to listen to some elliott smith.
he never fails to get me going.

maybe when i'm not being lazy and have more ideas i'll compose something worthwhile.

spring freaking awakening

well then, if you know me, chances are you're pretty familiar with the fact that i'm obsessed with Spring Awakening. in august i'm going to see the genius production that it is, and needless to say, i can't wait.
so, in honor of my loooove for spring awakening, i'm going to do everything i can in order to perform 'mama who bore me' for the drama camp cabaret. will be mamazing, if i do say so myself. i hope i can do it justice.
anyhoo!
i'm seriously in the mood for shopping. really.

i've got an itchy fucking throat

well, it's relatively early for me (considering it is summer, and i have no interest or intention to wake up any earlier than, let's say, noon) and i'm guessing that i have to get ready sometime in the near future because i think i'm going grocery shopping with my mom. or something.

i have to go de-greasify myself. i'll continue this later.