I went to Carolina today. Bad place to spend some time. With each word read, it became clearer how disgusting and wonderful this world is. Hate rushes through me, quick and fiery, and I am ashamed.
If only people could look at each other and know their souls, the condition of their hearts. People could look at a son-of-a-bitch child rapist and know him for who he is. He wouldn't be able to hide from their eyes in the guise of an overworked friend who's just looking for his father's respect. His black heart would be open, laid bare for everyone to see and avoid or beat the shit out of, accordingly. And a worthless mama couldn't let silence cover up the truth, that she's desperate to be loved even if it kills her babies.
And a 20-year-old nothing could be seen for what she is: a frightened, lonely child in need of an understanding smile or a kindred spirit, thirsting for a little justice in an unkind world.
