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Am I..Nope..I’m A Doughnut

 

Am I a dreamer for wanting things to be fair?

Am I a little delusional for wanting life to be free?

Am I off my rocker for loving things that are a little weird?

Am I offensive for wishing people could just expand gas in public and embrace it?

Am I the One who should be stoned if I feel a higher being does not exist?

Am I demon possessed if I like the same sex?

Am I filled with gas if I feel that the world is going to H-E Double L in a hand basket?

Am I spazzed out if I feel everyone..I mean everyone deserve the right to be human to their level of understanding?

Am I a moron if I hope that the aliens don’t eat my brain with they come in 2012 so I wear a aluminum helmet because aliens are allergic to it…so I believe

Either way I don’t care Cause I’m ME…Round, jaded, holey, and sprinkle free…and as long as I’m Happy I can be free..

Anyway… who wouldn’t think a talking Doughnut is interesting anyway

courtesy of wiretotheear.com

Today is Martin Luther King Day and though it’s a day that people should celebrate with the idea that all men are created equal and should be treated as such…As a Doughnut , I know that is not the case…today’s list is in honor of MLK, the jaded way…cause Doughnuts don’t have a soul only a hole in the middle…

  1. 1929..the year Martin was born and the year a crash happened on Wall Street…both impacted America…for better or worst, you decide
  2. Siblings…Martin had two of these….but who ever heard of them…unless you research their existence…One lived to teach the world, while the other preached…we can’t save them all, for we may drown in our sorrows or in a pool..
  3. Religion….Martin’s belief allowed him to endure hardship, suffering, and love those who wanted to silence him…”Faith can move a mountain if we only believe”….but change only come through bloodshed and tragedy…
  4. Morehouse College…established in 1867 to educate black males…gained its modern name in 1913…Martin attended, graduated and left a legacy…for the 1st white to graduate valedictorian did so in 2008..
  5. Racism…a belief that inherent differences make one better than the other…Martin found this wrong and wanted to correct this…so he did, along with several thousand other people…being different makes you special, not better than anyone else…
  6. Doctorate….Martin earned one through hard work and studies…no matter if you silence him or not, a man’s education is something you can not take away once it’s obtained…remember that
  7. Civil disobedience or peaceful demonstration…Tools of non-violence are things that helped the ruling class see the error of their thinking…or least allow those acting foolish to be viewed by others and prejudged themselves…
  8. Speeches….Words are powerful weapons…ever killed a person without lifting a hand?, Ever moved a person to do your bidding without looking at them?, Or ever calmed a person just my speaking to them?…Plenty have suffered the consequences of another man’s tongue…Dr. Martin used his to further the cause…and some believe other used theirs to end his
  9. Love…is expressed though actions, and symbols…the heart being one of these…Dr. Martin loved us all, but to do so it caused him great pain…when laid to rest, though his years was young, his heart was old..60 years old
  10. Death…Ray got credit for bringing this to Dr. Martin…a ninety nine years penitence he was given…did it stop death from coming?…No, it did not…But like Dr. Martin…Doughnuts know their days are numbered…their life serves a purpose and as long as it fulfilled…death though sudden…can’t stop the memories left behind…
  11. Holiday Day…finally in year 2000, the day is celebrated by all of these United States…though granted officially by President Regan in 1983…who wouldn’t want another holiday?…a day to celebrate…Haters don’t, for to give credit for which is due is too much like right for some to understand…Don’t worry Dr. Martin…Haters will Hate, but we will celebrate..
  12. Lessons…What would Dr. Martin think if he was alive today?….Would he think his and thousands of others hard work be in vain?…Life is funny like this Dr. Martin, for lesson taught are only as good as the person who is teaching….As I look around, I see the results of your hard work…your lessons…your sacrifice…and I think well done
  13. Dream…For I have dream….my dream is one day all things will be viewed equally, that all no matter where you are from, people will treat you with dignity and respect; that the more you make doesn’t guarantee you the best of everything, but ensures that you receive the goods you can afford; that change will occur when it should and people will not have to die for this to happen; that with hard work, a good game plan, and a little luck you will find yourself on the top shelf, being boxed, shipped, bought, and consumed…for No Doughnut want to passed over for the sprinkled covered Bagel on the next shelf…Thanks Dr. Martin Luther King Jr…for your sacrifice, paid for my future

Imagine That: Doughnut’s Do Dream

I awoke again…being quiet not to awake my brother as he lie next to me…What time was it? I couldn’t tell time properly, but I knew it was not the time for school…I hear the sounds of rustling, and tussling, then the familiar sound of  “Whack,” followed by a whimper and a cry for help….I hated this cry, hated this more that anything I could recall…it caused my heart to race and my stomach to cringe….If only I were bigger….If only I could stop this from occurring…”I WILL stop this one day,” I think, as I lay there with tears in my eyes…I get up…and make my way to the door, crack it open ever so slowly not to be noticed as I wanted to surprise him…”How would I stop this?” I asked myself…”I’m so small and he is huge, the biggest man I know“….I remembered how he would play with me and my brother…We would laugh as he played on the floor with us, toss the ball at us…”How could he be so mean to her?”…she have not done anything…she did everything he asked…How do I know? Caused I helped her….She kept saying, I must get this done before he gets home…He wants his food hot on arrival…She prepared, cooked and waited…and waited…she fed us…and waited…we took our baths so that we wouldn’t be in his way…and she waited…she had to turn the food off…it would have over cooked and burned…and that couldn’t happen…there were no way to keep it hot…besides reheating…Microwaves didn’t exist…It got so late…the darkness came…it extinguished the light and her spirit…She prayed…I know as I recognized that facial expression…the look of despair and desperation….she waited…and she sent us to bed…I said, “good night and I love you” after I said my prayers…”Now I lay me down to sleep…I pray the Lord my soul to keep…and I should die before I wake…I pray the lord my soul you take“…crawled in bed and waited…she waited….I drifted off to sleep…dreams I can’t recall, but I would often dream of a place where things were different…where I would not have to worry about him…about the hard steps, the heavy breathing, the slurred speech, the glassy stares, misplaced smiles, and that bitter, rancid smell….I dreamed I was running and playing in a field tossing a ball with him, he would toss it back and we would just laugh…this was the man I wanted to be with…the man I wanted to teach me how to ride my bike, play ball and cook…as he told me stories of how he was such a great cook…But NO! I didn’t have this man…I was given this horrible, terrible person who reeked and treated her so bad…the door opened slowly…all I could make out was the shadows…he was over her again, swinging…”Whack“…”Diiidn’t I…tell Youse… I want My Food Hot? “Huh“…”It was hot,  I..”…she responded, but before she could finish…”Whack“…this caused her to fall to the floor, like a sack of potatoes…My heart jumped to my throat as my thoughts raced…”Have he killed her? What do I do? He did kill her…Get up! Get up!…NO..Get Up!!”…I looked around and saw the bat…the bat he promised to teach me how play with…I creped out…he didn’t see me…he was kneeled over her…I heard ..”Whack“…Get your asss up!…Nothin’ wronnng wit you…Whack“…My heart racing now…it was beating so hard, I could feel it in my head now…”She is not moving…NO! She is not moving…Get Up!…please Get UP!”…my head begin to hurt…my eyes swelled and tears blinded me…”I’m gonna getcha!…I’m gonna stop you from hurtin’ her!“…I ran towards him…bat drawn back…You gonna pay…I screamed as I swung with all might…all the might a child could muster…”GET OFF HER…LEAVE HER ALONE!“…”WHACK“…..

I jump up, drenched in sweat, breathing hard…” You dreaming again?” ” Yes dear…I’m dreaming again.“…. “You OK?” ….”I fine..“… “K”….She rolls over, I smile at her…get up and go get a drink…If only she knew