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Today, while at Subway, two girls holding hands walked up to the counter.
The worker behind the counter refused to serve the two women because “their sexuality was un-natural.”
The manager came out from the back room, fired the worker, and happily made the sandwiches saying his store wouldn’t deal with homophobia.
That man GMH
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Sulking on gloomy days
I love bone chilled days when the sky is so gloomy that it’s like time were to stop, and it makes you stop and think about everything in life.
Then a cute white boy comes over and it starts to rain, so he’ll begin to glow. Before you know it you have fallen in love, and as he turns the corner, you are swept back into reality and realize that he’s too good for you. Then you wonder if you would ever see him again. Then in the middle of the night you dream about him and you wish that at the rain scene you were bfs and instead of a glance it would be a hopeful kiss.
You take a hard look at yourself and see how disgusting you really are and realize anyone is too good for you. You want to hide in the darkness and just want to be left solidarity. You rely on luck and funny jokes from your friends to just make it through the day, and you try to lose all your troubles through work and school just hoping that you’ll make yourself so busy that maybe soon someone will see how true, and hardworking, and misunderstood you really are. But then you realize you only want attention, so again to back down, and you vow to never fall in love again, but you soon realize that you cannot stop the feelings of a human heart, no matter how cold you make yourself to the world. The only thing you wait for is that one person who can take you away from the nightmare that has become reality, and that we will free you forever before it is all too late and you find yourself staring at the bathroom mirror at your school trying to commit suicide and realize that you want to live, but at the cost of being a coward.
You accept reality and come to terms that nothing works in your favor and nothing will, so you will sulk day and night for the rest of your life. Then comes moments like this when you type or confess everything to someone who, even though he wants to be close to you, he is far away and you feel like he won’t understand you because no one ever has.
Then you come to type a message like this to him, just hoping he will reply with more than a one word message.
Edwin Pabon, Next magasine for Black party 2012