it seems like all my life I have waited to see my son Ian.
I waited patiently as with one thing after another he as taken away from me.
then, it was like the color Purpke. Except, it was a white woman angering a black man in power. I was pressed into service and so was Ian.
then the dart. Things spun out of control , in 2009 his best friend threw a dart at him, it lodged in his eye. I stood right in fromt of him and couldn’t see him.
all these years he has been lost to me in a political use.
I want my son back.
you can take your banal politics off us and shove them up your ass.


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