Yellow Rage are my absolute favourites. Especially this one.
I’m not going to waste any more time playing judge and jury over everybody else when I’ve never found myself completely not guilty.
In fact, compared to many? My hands are probably filthy.
So we can make devils of each other.
Or we can take that energy and make gods of ourselves.
And I’d rather live my life on a mission of building a heaven,
Than working demolition in hell.
Build big the beauty, build big the love
And I swear the hate, the fear will one day disappear
And it all starts right here.
She’s eating her fifty square feet of death.
I’m eating my organic vegan local salad (no meat no cheese and please hold the dressing cause I don’t want to exploit the labour of the little honeybees).
But when we meet you, she will be a thousand times more likely to greet you with open arms than me.
…I’ve got a closet full of protest signs buried by all the times I wish I’d been kinder to a friend.-Andrea Gibson, “Name That Meat”
Then there are those who are still not sure, but are quite capable of asking “Are you mixed?” You know, I hate to be the one to school you, but nobody ever said that shit was foolproof, so yeah. I’m mixed. Mixed and confused as to why you would ask me such a stupid ass question. And don’t tell me not to be pissed. Spend a day in my shoes being accosted with “Are you that? Are you this?” until you’re ready to say with me ‘Yeah. I’m mixed.
Half woman, half BITCH.’
95% of the time I find the guesses kinda funny and harmless. Well, maybe 70% of the time. But there are definitely days when I feel like this. :’)
In love with Yellow Rage forever.