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Sometimes I think about killing myself and the depression just leaches on. I hate this.
This was me at my lowest point. I was homeless and just entered into my junior year of school. Man life changed and loneliness and the isolation continues.
I made this page right before my first experience of being homeless and I still never can understand the pain I went through and how I am effected. Lord heal my wounds and afflictions. My insecurities run deep; my pain like the the soul, my afflictions like the flesh and I maintain the spirit in constant shame. Turmoil and pain I wear while I scream in my own head.
Suicidal thoughts, depression and lack of self worth are all the things I feel. I walk through this life alone, fragile and hated. My smile fake as I wear a mask; my mask I built so that I had a thin wall between social persecution and myself. I am hated, isolated and constantly contemplating my own death.
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The black boy will goto a barber shop.
He may forget that he does not have a father at the barber shop.
The barber shop
may be a host to the only representation of black men the black boy sees.
The black boy may ask questions on politics, learn the things of Kemetic science,
5 percenter information,
Sex ,
Knowledge of the Hebrew Israelites,
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his mothers not there.
The black boy may have his first job there.
He may beg after months of loitering to sweep hair as a āhustleā.
The black men may learn to like the black boy teaching him the āhustleā and laws of the streets.
The black boy will grow indoctrinated looking to the older negroes as father.
He will runaway from school and seek his father.
He may not see his birth father but see his father in the niggas on the corner.
God,
Masculinity,(humility)
And dad;
all words that are replaced by the
black woman,
Skin,
Sex,
Flesh
And weed.
All things pertaining to death the black boy will appraise.
He grow into a black man with eyes to the ground.
He will hate light.
He will love the night
And he will be drunken into a coma.
He will forget that it all started from the womb.
Alcohol, drugs and malnutrition feed from the black womanās umbilical cord.
All the poison will delude his interpretation of Godās blueprint.
Black men will all forget gods blueprint.
For what
What you buy with your 40k bonus?
A new mustang!
Boy you mustāve forgot the birth pains
That your mother felt when she heard her little black boy would deploy.
Worried that in the Vietnam jungle heād be slain.
God mustāve put a drain in your heart
And made you neglect all those nights of hunger.
Now you let the United States military eat away at your stomach every time you must swallow the truth on leave.
You canāt leave life behind.
Your nieces only grow older,
Your high school sweetheart canāt wait forever
And your ribbons only look good in pictures.
You let them eat away at your stomach.
Until
At 3 am youāre convulsing from stomach ulcers and deploying the demons from the pit of your stomach.
Like the United States Army deployed you in 07.
You were their demon.
They caught you on the football field and made you forget about the NFL.
You were their nigga at night in the Sahara desert; it felt like when you were being shot at.
It felt like Moses had parted a Red Sea of blood when you first started convulsing from your first ever bullet wound.
Your bowls all left you, cleaned out!
Redeemed from your first kill.
He had the potential to kill you;
But you got away.
You confirmed so many kills.
I bet you could only forget those who died next to you.
Because you ate with those people.
Slept in the same tent as those people.
Bathed in the same quarters
You were brothers and most of them were
Until a loose cannon forgetting that American men bleed just like they do.
Decides that tonight is the night he takes his frustration out on your whole platoon. from his 12 year old sister being gang raped by American forces coming to spread the democratic message.
You walked out that night.
Black skin hiding in the African desert you felt it that night.
The same way that Joseph saw Pharaohās dreams
You felt a resurgence: a rebirth
Blood of Jesus all over you as you said those prayers your mom taught you over that phone.
You had to break so many chains that night.
You had to remember that you were a nigga that night.
You had to remember that this life wasnāt going to wait for you
that night.
You had to realize that a single mom did not teach you how to become a man.
But the American shackles on the black man taught how to be a slave.
You had to learn that you reborn in Christ is a whole new creature made free.
You had to learn that the blood of war and Jesus are both shed synonymously.
That Christ came to save those in need.
You learned that the spirit can raise 20 years of mistakes out of you,
And at 28 you finally became a man,
That night.
Iāve been alone all year.
I made my five year plan my first year
I love God and heās the only reason I havenāt ended it all. Honestly Iām so close to killing myself I just am ready to give up. But I thank God for carrying me through. Like heās so wonderful and powerful; yet life is like basic training I thank God and sometimes I want to break
i think about this a lot
The guy got his life and career destroyed by his divorce, cut him some slack.
he was also sexually assaulted by a man who could destroy his career
protect him
reblog if the man on the right is just as beautiful as the man on the left
people grow old? like, thatās a thing that happens? leave my guy alone.
This man deserves everything let him he happy
Ok⦠This is what happened to Fraser
-His wife ditched him and asked for 900k a year,
-He was sexually assaulted which he said kicked him into a deep depression
-He stated that the stunts from the 3rd Mummy movie completely destroyed his body and he was in and out of the hospital for 7 years even having to get surgery to repair his vocal cords.
-He apparently blamed himself for all this which only worsened his depression.
This man has literally been through hell this past decade so please lets cut him some slack and wish him the best
All this but also that picture on the right is a really bad paparazzi photo compared with a professional quality movie promo still. No one looks good when some random person snaps you on the street, regardless of who you are.
Compare with this image from the GQ article last February:
Proper lighting, professional setting, good angles etc.
The dude is 49 and has had a rough couple of decades, but heās still lovely to look at, and Iāll fight anyone who says otherwise.
Plus, now heās in Doom Patrol, which makes me happy af.
And letās not forget he was probably slightly to severely dehydrated to look that buff in he first photo. And Iām so pleased he got work again he seems like a good sort, and from the stealth pilot in Titans, Doom Patrol looks like it should be good.
It shouldnāt even matter what heās been through. Body shaming of ANYONE is wrong.
ALL OF THIS
Plus
2019 Brendan is still slaying, so btfu
This post keeps getting better and Iām here for it
I love this whole thread
The last time I saw this it was only at the first ācut him some slackā part and it just progressively gets better each time.
We support this Brendan Fraser in this home
I love God
Winter, 1725, Rosalba Carriera
Portrait of Prince Henry Lubomirski as the Genius of Fame, 1789, Louise Elisabeth Vigee Le Brun
Medium: oil,canvas
All the vengeance belongs to the lord.
I pray at night fully submissive
my voice with the church in one accord.
Theyāre afraid that your voice is the sword.
That it cuts never allusive
Separating bones from marrow.
You the beauty of all the rides;
White Camaro.
I needed something reliable
Used to Cut corners with different vehicles.
Until I found you.
V-12 motor running smooth on energy.
I thank you
For being the only thing to replenish me.
I understand that those wheels are built for beauty.
Strangely enough even for obstacles.
I understand you let me keep my privacy.
But when itās time to be open
I roll down my tinted window.
This isnāt drivers rage.
This is me just venting.
I understand
I am the cedars of rocks.
My flesh like the sand and dust dissipating in the winds of the present.