I Think Life Is Not Fair
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When White guys see and get to know Hindu females from India, they house them up in a million dollar condominium, buy all their groceries, their perfume and their brand name clothes and their million dollar jewelry (when they don’t even need it) and hurt and mutilate Niggers like me to make sure we live in poverty and watch our blood drain out of our Nigger bodies when White Caucasians go as far as to skin us Niggers alive for Hindus of India, whom they bleed for and make us Niggers bleed for.
I was looking at this Black guy on the bus, I felt sorry for him because he had slashes on his face and marks on his shirt and a lot of lint and he was talking to himself...you don’t know how badly I just wanted to go home with him and just help him better himself...That way, I’d be saving myself and him, and when I start back to work at my Home Health Aide Job, I could help him. He was talking to himself and I felt sorry for him, I fell madly in love with him because he was just my type! No White people please, to degrade me and hurt me over Hindus of India...I need to find a man like myself...I saw my future in this Black man’s eyes, I really want to be with him...
At least a Black guy wouldn’t abuse me and hurt me like my Hindu so called Mother from India’s Caucasian boyfriend’s family of White psychopaths do in the nighttime while I’m having seizures and leave me crying in the morning in pain with nobody to help me...
When White guys see and get to know Hindu females from India, they house them up in a million dollar condominium, buy all their groceries, their perfume and their brand name clothes and their million dollar jewelry (when they don’t even need it) and hurt and mutilate Niggers like me to make sure we live in poverty and watch our blood drain out of our Nigger bodies when White Caucasians go as far as to skin us Niggers alive for Hindus of India, whom they bleed for and make us Niggers bleed for.
I was looking at this Black guy on the bus, I felt sorry for him because he had slashes on his face and marks on his shirt and a lot of lint and he was talking to himself...you don’t know how badly I just wanted to go home with him and just help him better himself...That way, I’d be saving myself and him, and when I start back to work at my Home Health Aide Job, I could help him. He was talking to himself and I felt sorry for him, I fell madly in love with him because he was just my type! No White people please, to degrade me and hurt me over Hindus of India...I need to find a man like myself...I saw my future in this Black man’s eyes, I really want to be with him...
At least a Black guy wouldn’t abuse me and hurt me like my Hindu so called Mother from India’s Caucasian boyfriend’s family of White psychopaths do in the nighttime while I’m having seizures and leave me crying in the morning in pain with nobody to help me...
