Yurluzn Bracket
07-17-2005, 09:18 PM
:Advised Warning: This Writing Is Going To Reflect The Opionions Of Racism, And Will Have An Impactful Concept... If You Feel You Might Be Offended By The Writing, You Might Want To Leave... However If You Do Read And Feel Offended, Please Don't Leave Hate Feed, I'm Only Writing A Very Impactful Story By Inspiration... There Is A Good Moral, And You Were Warned.
My Life Was Like A Fucking Torpedo Heading Straight Toward Land With No Stopping It’s Path. There Was So Much Negativity And Hatred For Humanity In My Blood, And Didn’t Care. My Name Is Brendon Flannigan, And I Was A Nazi Believer.
I Think It All Started Growing Up As A Poor White Kid In The Middle Of Harlem. My Dad Never Really Cared Too Much For Anyone Else, And He Was Always Drunk. Besides The Fact Of Him Being Drunk, He Was Always Beating Me And My Mother. It Got To The Point Where If I Got Suspended For Fighting I Wouldn’t Come Home.
I Seen Things I Don’t Think I Should Have Been Exposed To At A Young Age. Soceity Was So Fucking Ignorant, And There Was Nothing Done To Help It. It Was Like One Shit Hole, With No Way Around It.
As I Was Growing Up, I Went To A School Where Eighty Percent Of The Ethnic Background Was Either Black Or Hispanic. I Felt Singled Out, Because Everyone Looked At Me Different. I Just Thought About How Outnumbered I Was In My Environment. I Felt Scared And I Thought I Was Alone.
My Whole Outlook On Life Got Set Into Play When I Was Walking Home One Night From A High School Football Game. I Was Going Into My Senior Year, And I Had Just Turned Eighteen Two Months Ago. I Had Seen What Happened To The White Boys That Walked In My Neighborhood, So I Really Can’t Say It Was A Surprise.
It Was Really Dark Out, And Most Streetlights Were Busted Out, So It Made It Even Darker. I Had My Book Bag Strapped Around My Back, So It Would Have Been Hard To Run Anywhere.
I Walked Through The Alley That Was Right Behind My House To Save Some Time. Halfway Through The Alley I Felt My Weight Shift As A Was Thrown Viciously Into The Brick Wall. A Cut Formed Above My Eye, And The Blood Trickled Rapidly Into My Face Blocking My Vision.
I Thought I Was Going To Get Killed At That Exact Time. I Had Turned Around, A Black Guy Who Had To Be About Twenty-Three Hit Me In The Mouth. I Turned To My Side, And Another Black Guy Scooped Me Up And Slammed Me Onto The Gravel. They Then Grabbed My Backpack, And Began Kicking Me.
I Just Closed My Eyes And Covered My Head. I Heard A Scuffle, And I Cowered Into A Ball. I Didn’t Look Up Until I Was Tapped On The Shoulder And I Heard Someone Say. “You Alright Kid?”
I Looked Up And Seen A Group Of People Around Me. I Was Too Weak To Boost Myself To My Feet So I Had Help. One Guy Said, “Them Fucking Niggers Got You Good Boy, How Old Are You”.
Holding My Ribs I Replied, “I’m Eighteen, And Thanks For Your Help”. They Walked With Me To My House So I Wouldn’t Run Into Any More Trouble. When We Approached My House Outside The Front Door, One Of The Kids Stopped Me. “Your Lucky We Seen You” , He Said, “You Should Come To The House By The Rec Center This Sunday, We’ll Look Out For You.” With That I Turned And Walked Into My House.
I Stayed Up All Night Putting Ice On My Wounds. I Had A Migraine, So I Took A Few Tylenol Before Going To Bed. I Remembered Starring At The Ceiling, And Thanking God That I Was Alive. If It Wasn’t For The Skin Heads, I Might Not Have Been Alive.
My Life Was Like A Fucking Torpedo Heading Straight Toward Land With No Stopping It’s Path. There Was So Much Negativity And Hatred For Humanity In My Blood, And Didn’t Care. My Name Is Brendon Flannigan, And I Was A Nazi Believer.
I Think It All Started Growing Up As A Poor White Kid In The Middle Of Harlem. My Dad Never Really Cared Too Much For Anyone Else, And He Was Always Drunk. Besides The Fact Of Him Being Drunk, He Was Always Beating Me And My Mother. It Got To The Point Where If I Got Suspended For Fighting I Wouldn’t Come Home.
I Seen Things I Don’t Think I Should Have Been Exposed To At A Young Age. Soceity Was So Fucking Ignorant, And There Was Nothing Done To Help It. It Was Like One Shit Hole, With No Way Around It.
As I Was Growing Up, I Went To A School Where Eighty Percent Of The Ethnic Background Was Either Black Or Hispanic. I Felt Singled Out, Because Everyone Looked At Me Different. I Just Thought About How Outnumbered I Was In My Environment. I Felt Scared And I Thought I Was Alone.
My Whole Outlook On Life Got Set Into Play When I Was Walking Home One Night From A High School Football Game. I Was Going Into My Senior Year, And I Had Just Turned Eighteen Two Months Ago. I Had Seen What Happened To The White Boys That Walked In My Neighborhood, So I Really Can’t Say It Was A Surprise.
It Was Really Dark Out, And Most Streetlights Were Busted Out, So It Made It Even Darker. I Had My Book Bag Strapped Around My Back, So It Would Have Been Hard To Run Anywhere.
I Walked Through The Alley That Was Right Behind My House To Save Some Time. Halfway Through The Alley I Felt My Weight Shift As A Was Thrown Viciously Into The Brick Wall. A Cut Formed Above My Eye, And The Blood Trickled Rapidly Into My Face Blocking My Vision.
I Thought I Was Going To Get Killed At That Exact Time. I Had Turned Around, A Black Guy Who Had To Be About Twenty-Three Hit Me In The Mouth. I Turned To My Side, And Another Black Guy Scooped Me Up And Slammed Me Onto The Gravel. They Then Grabbed My Backpack, And Began Kicking Me.
I Just Closed My Eyes And Covered My Head. I Heard A Scuffle, And I Cowered Into A Ball. I Didn’t Look Up Until I Was Tapped On The Shoulder And I Heard Someone Say. “You Alright Kid?”
I Looked Up And Seen A Group Of People Around Me. I Was Too Weak To Boost Myself To My Feet So I Had Help. One Guy Said, “Them Fucking Niggers Got You Good Boy, How Old Are You”.
Holding My Ribs I Replied, “I’m Eighteen, And Thanks For Your Help”. They Walked With Me To My House So I Wouldn’t Run Into Any More Trouble. When We Approached My House Outside The Front Door, One Of The Kids Stopped Me. “Your Lucky We Seen You” , He Said, “You Should Come To The House By The Rec Center This Sunday, We’ll Look Out For You.” With That I Turned And Walked Into My House.
I Stayed Up All Night Putting Ice On My Wounds. I Had A Migraine, So I Took A Few Tylenol Before Going To Bed. I Remembered Starring At The Ceiling, And Thanking God That I Was Alive. If It Wasn’t For The Skin Heads, I Might Not Have Been Alive.