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[03 Mar 2006|12:00pm] |
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DOUBLE U T F. This must be the personal life of an activist. (Shit, I just saw something out of the corner of my eye!) My mom hates me because she says I don’t “see” black and white, that I don’t “see” that she’s been trying to quit smoking. Well yeah, I see her try over and over and over again and frankly I’m not going to let those corporate cocksuckers kill my mom! I want her to see what I see, that there’s a man behind a desk who doesn’t care whether she lives or dies because of his product. Instead he’s turning us against each other and it pisses me off. She said I was turning our trip to the movies into a “crusade for humanity” because she said playfully “You can’t say anything about me smoooooookiiiiiiing!” And I told her that cigarette companies spend millions each year to create adolescent addicts and she got alllllll up in a huff, now she says she’s going alone. And the same with feminism, because some girls don’t like going crazy and changing the society and recognizing the shit we are dealt every damn day by these disgusting pig boys who will never be men because the definition of a real man isn’t what they think it is. So girls say “You’re exaggerating.” And they continue to use terms in hateful ways and smoke their cigarettes and not give their all to stop because they aren’t dying RIGHT NOW, they aren’t being discriminated RIGHT NOW (even though we were just by being born into this society), they aren’t being molested or contained RIGHT NOW and I’m not dying of cancer RIGHT NOW (I haven’t reminded my mom that I take after my dad’s side health-wise and all and that everyone on that side dies of rough cancer, but I’m five seconds away from doing so every day, when I wake up and smell the smoke coming through my vent). When she’s in a hospital bed with shriveled lungs, and when her granddaughters are pregnant in cages metaphorical or otherwise, she’ll think of me.
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[03 Mar 2006|10:51pm] |
You're just a baby, baby girl
So kiss me on the cheek and then go off to sleep
You're just a baby, baby girl
So let go of my hand so we can get some sleep
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