What do you think i care about...?

I wander the roads of amerika bacause I am alive now and I can. I use all the magik i was born with to make that happen, White Beautiful, Clever.... its not my fault estemes what I was born of. How can i change anything done before me? I wouldent if i could. Intitled white people... fuck off im not going to hate my self and force guilt upon myself because you do... I chose this body... not you... destroy yours if you hate it. destroy mine if you hate it.. But jelosy may be more fitting of a jurnal.

I feel A dramatic shif in my awareness and have been given new tools for my work. these are not tools as you may assume. Do you thin i am spoiled and elite? do you really know me? your annomys comments elicit less emotion than if it had some weighty name behind it, some name that has done something. I am ELITe...not because my eyes shine like a crystal sea? is it because the red, grey, brown, blond hairs on my body reflect the rainbow in the suns light as it catches upon my laugh at the failurs of others and also how they rise. Do you base your life of a culture of being a victum? Do you feel oppressed by my cousins? unless i personally have oppressed you I care even less. I do what I can according to my desires.
Leaving you? I have never joined you, I was as free as a bird chaind by its fear and hunger when you first learned of me. and when the last puff of stale smog infused air leaves this carcas of rot and desease it will be for the better in my eyes.
as i red in a silent grove on a ridge somewhere... "What means death in this rude assualt?" Speak openly if it is understanding you seek. If only assumption the carry on with your dreams... There is a market for them all around you, maybe your hatred will help you in your assent, I doubt you can face your own darkness and return... over and over and over, But this is only based on how I also will assume you are based on what would i be if i went to someones blog and wrote as much jibberish as this.
But all of us are one, I just seem to reflect back some foul things upon myself, yea, it verily seeks me out.