Ugh black people part 3

Gooooddamn are black people a fucked up group of people or what. Why is it that I go on the subway to go home and there has GOT TO be a black guy running around asking for pocket change from everyone. WHY?

You know what I just did, GOT A JOB. Nothing miraculous or respectable, but I fought and clawed my way back into tossing luggage again for little pocket change. I'm content with that all things considered. I will indeed be able to get to work with ease so I'm going to have little to no trouble at this job, hopefully. I can only dream a little dream.

I mean, shit. I never really gave a damn about the huge gap between the economic levels between races until getting out into reality and seeing it for myself but yeah, it's SO a white man's world it's not even funny. It's like, there really simply ISN'T a lot of blacks breezing through this world and making big money and living it up, just isn't.

WOWZERS.

I mean how was I blind to how seriously fucked you are in life if you're black. It's probably because I pass for hispanic prettymuch. I'll never truly know what it's like to be a jet black person for the rest of my life.

And thank GOD. I mean yeah it does fucking matter to be NOT black in this world. It really does. I mean nobody looks at white people and checks whether their wallet is still in their pocket. White people all have money and jobs. They're good, honest people.

I sit on the train and oh surprise surprise a 30 year old black dude comes in the train begging everyone for money.

Goddamn, am I part of a race of people who are the bottom goddamn rung of the ladder in this world or WHAT?

The BOTTOM RUNG, my friend. Not even slightly int the middle or just above the last rung, the BOTTOM.

Fuck, man. I don't know what to do. It's a world where if you're black your life will be ridiculously tough, no matter what you do about it.