Anonymous ID: 639f44 May 14, 2024, 7:12 a.m. No.20865453   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>20865426

>White people should be so happy & grateful that Black people have allowed them to say the word Nigger?

black americans should be happy their ancestors were slaves.

Anonymous ID: 639f44 May 14, 2024, 7:15 a.m. No.20865462   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>20865445

>With the help of the MSM and the entire Democratic Party, don't be so sure of that.

who the fuck is gonna put up a decent riot for gays? if anything the "foreign terrorist organizations" would be doing us a favor to stir up some shit for the gays. hopefully, they'll flee back to their closets.

Anonymous ID: 639f44 May 14, 2024, 7:21 a.m. No.20865477   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>20865459

>next switch console

the last nintendo game I got into was ocarina of time. then I dropped lsd and Ganondorf came out of the ceiling fan. i havent played nintendo since except for the rare round of duck hunt.

Anonymous ID: 639f44 May 14, 2024, 7:31 a.m. No.20865500   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>5506

>>20865491

>I come here for the poetry.

In shadows cast by bitter words,

A tale of scorn and disdain unfurls,

A name bestowed, a mark of shame,

Stanley Ann, a burden to claim.

 

Her father's longing, a desperate plea,

For a son to carry his legacy,

Communist roots, a fervent flame,

But a daughter's birth brought only shame.

 

She, a woman in a world unkind,

Judged and labeled by a twisted mind,

"Slut" they called her, with venomous glee,

As she explored love's vast, diverse sea.

 

In days of revolution, passion ablaze,

Her heart sought solace in forbidden ways,

A taste of freedom, a love untamed,

Yet society's whispers left her defamed.

 

But beneath the weight of judgment's might,

A spirit flickered, refusing to take flight,

For Stanley Ann, though scorned and reviled,

Found strength within, a fire not easily quelled.

 

In the face of darkness, she stood tall,

Breaking the chains of a world enthralled,

With resilience and grace, she carried on,

Defying the labels, forging her own song.

 

So let us not be blinded by disdain,

Nor let these words sow further pain,

For in each soul, a story lies,

A journey shaped by truth, not others' cries.

 

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