Dear Kanye

Dear Kanye,

I know recently you havn't really been so popular in the media. This letter will probably come off as provoking to many, but damn the consequences.
I really do not like to generalize or stereotype, but it is the stereotype that blacks are usually more real with themselves. I know I don't have a personal relationship with you.



But, with so many people, this is a song I really wish that they would be real with themselves. If anything, at least call me a cunt. Just admit that they don't like me and have a problem with me.
I really mean it. The predictability of people is that they will either beat you to the grave with arrogance or bullshit. People will bullshit, play games, and beat around the bush probably until their own death.
It is a part of what unfairness is.

The only question I can answer to the song is I'm poor. This means, I can't run away. I've been a vulnerable adult for awhile now living among so much scumbags and bullshitters. Sadly, other poor people feel the same way. I do sincerely consider myself more intelligent than a number of people but I seem to more often be underestimated and have to suffer for not what I did, but someone else's judgement. Of course I will be blamed for it. I have already called myself a scapegoat.
So the answer is, I will eventually run away when I get the money. I'll have to deal with the scumbags and bullshitters until then. I hope I will eventually find truly good friends and a lover.

Until then, this has remained my cry: