I Wish To Die
UPDATED
I only live in a World where the words on this page didn't exist.
This may seem bizarre, but in my World, I feel as though White People hate me, and they hate me only for Indians from India.
Let's face it, I've built upon this fact. I live at home with my Foster Mother whom is from India, and she's got her two Caucasian Boyfriends, plus one of their entire families drugging and raping me, since she considers me an "Untouchable". Obviously she can't use myself being an "Untouchable" an excuse, so she told them that I was a product of a Black Man raping her instead, when she is not my real Mother. You see, I do look somewhat African, in pertinence to the hair a little, because it is a little kinky. My hair came out kinky because while my real Mother was pregnant with me, my Foster Mother and her Indian family from India drugged both my Mother and I with steroids which caused my skin to darken and my hair to kink.
Upon my Mother's abduction, my Foster Mother took over, and brainwashed two men against me, plus one of their entire families, who can't help mutilating me over her.
In my World, I also see Indians from India as heartless. They only Love White People and shun or hurt and destroy their own, in regards to Caste, as they've done to my Real Mother's Family, or Guyanese People, whereas some Guyanese are the same race as Indians and have Indian Ancestry. Indians from India hate knowing this since they just just so happen 'not' to be slaves and had some luck, not being taken out of India by the British, as some of us were. Of course, as of today, they could turn back and hate us, as a result of following a Caste System.
I don't know if you could blame me, as this is all I see around me, that there are White People who hate me that are mutilating me over Indians from India. I don't know which other way to see it, and it may seem bizarre, but I don't think some people could help themselves, as I'd just came here to be used as an old punching bag, and an old mattress for *some people* to lie on and mess up...
***Obviously, I am internally and eternally scarred, or messed up, just as I am on the outside and I am not sophisticated, beautiful, and as intellectual as Caucasians and Indians from India. There's nothing much to me, but to call me an "Handicap" or a "Retard", since I'm nothing because of the Indian Caste System.***
I only live in a World where the words on this page didn't exist.
This may seem bizarre, but in my World, I feel as though White People hate me, and they hate me only for Indians from India.
Let's face it, I've built upon this fact. I live at home with my Foster Mother whom is from India, and she's got her two Caucasian Boyfriends, plus one of their entire families drugging and raping me, since she considers me an "Untouchable". Obviously she can't use myself being an "Untouchable" an excuse, so she told them that I was a product of a Black Man raping her instead, when she is not my real Mother. You see, I do look somewhat African, in pertinence to the hair a little, because it is a little kinky. My hair came out kinky because while my real Mother was pregnant with me, my Foster Mother and her Indian family from India drugged both my Mother and I with steroids which caused my skin to darken and my hair to kink.
Upon my Mother's abduction, my Foster Mother took over, and brainwashed two men against me, plus one of their entire families, who can't help mutilating me over her.
In my World, I also see Indians from India as heartless. They only Love White People and shun or hurt and destroy their own, in regards to Caste, as they've done to my Real Mother's Family, or Guyanese People, whereas some Guyanese are the same race as Indians and have Indian Ancestry. Indians from India hate knowing this since they just just so happen 'not' to be slaves and had some luck, not being taken out of India by the British, as some of us were. Of course, as of today, they could turn back and hate us, as a result of following a Caste System.
I don't know if you could blame me, as this is all I see around me, that there are White People who hate me that are mutilating me over Indians from India. I don't know which other way to see it, and it may seem bizarre, but I don't think some people could help themselves, as I'd just came here to be used as an old punching bag, and an old mattress for *some people* to lie on and mess up...
***Obviously, I am internally and eternally scarred, or messed up, just as I am on the outside and I am not sophisticated, beautiful, and as intellectual as Caucasians and Indians from India. There's nothing much to me, but to call me an "Handicap" or a "Retard", since I'm nothing because of the Indian Caste System.***
