I was on the way to the dollar store in order to fetch some anti-bacterial solution that I fill inside of my vacuum, which is actually a hard floor cleaner, but anyways, there was a man who held the door open for me to whom I gave thanks and proceeded into the store without giving it much thought. He was a black man with an honest face and gave an expression almost as if he was hoping for good fortune to land upon him. I got my things at the store, paid and then left when I saw him sitting on the curb eating a can of beans that he presumably bought from the store with the little money he had.
It is hard for me to imagine myself in such a situation where I can barely sustain myself so as to struggle to afford the most basic of commodities. Furthermore, I admire the strength and endurance of that man, for I doubt that I would have the will go to on living if such bad fortune were to catch me after falling so far, but the will to live is much greater than one can imagine, and perhaps I too would have the endurance to keep myself going under such harsh conditions. All rhetoric aside, true poverty in a city is a living hell. Once you have entered poverty then it is nearly impossible to get out of it. Not only do employers neglect applicants they know to be jobless and homeless, but the situation all-round will chip away at your motives before all that you once were has become lost, and you no longer know who you are, nor do you know what you have become.
Laying flat in my garden, making angels in the ground out of dirt and playing with the insects. Running up and down the street until I am drenched in my own sweat. Dancing down the hallway and mouthing to the lyrics of old songs. Laughing at you.
Typical niggers tryna do good deeds so that they can get money out of naive white boys so that they can go get their fix and then die on a bus bench somewhere.
There was a girl I knew from when were teens
We had so much in common but she didn't like beans
At first I thought it stupid and then I thought it right
To throw some at her face and if she'd fight
But then she laughed and said to me
"I don't really care for beans
They don't taste all that good to me"
And every time she passed a bean
I threw it at her face you see
So then she got quite mad and said
That if you flick one at my head
That I'll be gone forever, oh yeah
I haven't got anyone to eat beans with me.
ayo did nigga postan about beans lmao
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