There’s nothing worse to me than going through pain by your-damn-self. Now, I’m not talking about physical pain,
wanting someone to take that bullet with you or that multiple stabbing going into your flesh… hell
no, I’m not that type of dick. Not at
the fuck all. My ass be just a regular-non-super-sized-one-hundred-percent-non-GMO…dick. Yah heard may? Nothin special kind of dick, just me. Normal dick shit. Yao Ming? But back to what I was sayin.
I’m talkin bout emotional pain. The kind of shit where you want to take a
scalpel and cut the shit out but that shit ain’t possible. I’m talkin bout catchin some fuckin blues for
real, so blue the blue shit bout ready tah turn black, borderline like a muh
fuckah! But it’s not close to
borderline, very definite. So definite
that you can explain the pain deep inside your soul but a doctor wouldn’t even
be savvy or adept enough to even know how deep to cut or where in the fuck in
your torso to be successful in purging the, with the now, what it feels like, cancerous type of
pain, the genesis of it anyway without killing you their damn self. And medication on any level has been diagnosed to be negligible and not an option.
So where do you go to cure this unbearable pain? No place, that’s where. You affirm the shit. Recognize the shit out of it and you deal
with it, because depending on the severity, the shit may be hurtin for days,
weeks, months or years to come. And you
knew that even before the excruciating emotional pain began. You the fuck knew the pain had to come and stay
one day. But all you can think of is, “Can
my old ass survive this episode?” You smile at that question because it's been asked and answered for the past ten years. And your Black ass is still here as a fuckin witness to this oft times painful existence.
Well, like anything in your life, everything has been
painful and nothing has come easy that has been worth a damn in your life that
was sans pain so…you have to learn how to deal with it because you also know
emotional pain doesn’t last forever unless that’s the torture you want to put
yourself through: perpetual emotional pain until you die.
No, that is not a viable option at-the-fuck-all because that would lead to
madness and the madness is already present in your wrecked soul and if it gets
any worse, then dirt and silence becomes your friend and that’s no way to put a
period on your life or show your love for the one who you are painfully still
breathing in this life for. Oh, no!
You see, the only thing you must, not shall, do My Dear Sweet Sistahs
and Brothahs is to be one with the pain and deal with it! Because emotional pain is commonplace in my
soul!
What do you fuckin got this
time? No better than the last! I guarantee it! And one of these days…one of these days…I
will finally put you down for the last time, the final death blow!
But for now…give me your best fuckin shot! You sick fuck!
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