Since my blog blew up and hackers have sought to humiliate me by invading my privacy, I have been catching hell from every direction. People have been looking at me like some type of “Welfare Queen” because I receive disability benefits. You'd think I'm the only person out here getting help from the federal government.
The funny thing is none of these people know me or my struggles. I get my benefits because I worked for it. It is literally an insurance guaranteed to those with a solid work history. Nevertheless, everywhere I go people are commenting about me.
This is the holiday season. One where we are supposed to feel the spirit of kindness and warm-heartedness. Instead I'm being insulted; even by Guatemalan illegal migrants talking about I stink and I’m lazy when I know for a fact I don't and I'm not. I've held down part-time work whenever possible.
I have to remember that Martin Luther King, Jr. went through a lot worse. He was fighting for Civil Rights. He was beaten and spit on. The irony is these people wouldn't even be here without the movement. I'm just trying to make my way through perimenopause. It's taken months to find the right deodorant and I believe I finally have, thank goodness!
So, all you motherfuckers out there who believe you wash your asses better than me can go eat a dick. I have things to do. I've basically been in a coma for many, many years. My chronic illnesses cannot be chalked up to laziness. No one judging me has an MD on the end of their name.
People just don't know how to mind their business anymore. But this is what can be expected in these lawless times. I'm subsisting on so little and the fact that people have a problem with that is disturbing to me. What type of Christians are these, really?
I paid into this system and I'm getting what is guaranteed to me according to FDR’s New Deal. Believe me, if abuelita could qualify, these people would be all for it. It's a system that has been working well for 80 years. However, that never stopped people who like to wreck working systems. Wrecking social services is more about disenfranchising people than it's ever been about finding fraud.
My life has been turned upside down, as if it were so great before. Like Nipsey Hussle said, I've sold everything but my soul. Now the demons are coming for that, but I say not so fast. I am the embodiment of the first goddess– wide hipped, thick lipped, buxom full. Call me Lucy or Eve, no matter. I'm prototypical and that's why I catch so much hate– envy.
Y'all know that I've been hacked but no one is willing to stop it. I'm your apocalyptic entertainment. My stalker thinks he can lead me to insanity. He thinks I'm doing too well. You all are watching and waiting to see my next move in this human zoo I live in. You see me naked, overhear my phone conversations, watch my mobile screen like the ding dongs that you all are. All the while I go through dozens of regrets in my mind, over and over again.
This holiday season I wish for you all to take inventory of your own lives and judge yourselves.
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