- it feels like... when your different. LIKE TRULY DIFFERENT. there's always someone who decides its their mission in life to make you "normal". its much more than conforming. its like... they act like they're sent by the c.i.a. to make you the same as everyone else.
"no dont wear your hair like that," " you wanna be a what? nope. your gonna get pregnant at 16" "why are you wearing those sneakers? your black. niggas wear jordans."
and the thing about me that makes me most elusive to these.... "people" [i use that term very loosely... only because they would be homo sapien on a taxonomy chart. genetically they are human, but their minds are of the conformist persuasion] is the fact that i myself am a rebel, in the truest sense of the word.
i will do anything to go against the grain.
fros or "emo" hair grunged out cons, my skinny jeans are always slung kinda low like a dude cause i dont like them all the way up. my shirts are always kind of loose on me, constantly with pearls & a hair bow. my ipod blares ac/dc , dinosaur jr., nirvana and kanye west (sorry reese). i'm just not average.
i think kanye said it best on vh1 storytellers, [here], "i forgive them, they base their opinions on what they were taught... i'm a pretty good dart board cause i can take it. i'm an easy target, because i dont fit in... i realized that i am not just fighting a battle for myself, but for a generation. a generation fighting against the false information of the media, and the perceptions that people create, and the matrix that society creates, and the lies that people tell... anyone that decides to walk their own path is ostracized. you have to be strong in that situation. and you know thats one of my main goals..."
and this is not to say that everyone should congratulate me, or tell me how much they love me because i'm different. i'm not saying all this to get praise or glory. this soliloquy is aimed at helping you understand me a little more. i mean, i am in no way perfect [to anyone except my bf]. my life is not all rainbows & butterflies. this is simply an introduction. hello, my name is harley.
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Sunday, June 7, 2009
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