WE ARE “THE MISFORTUNES” Sometimes I sit here and ask myself, Why, what is it that drives me to write, There is but only one thing that it can be. I have been trained all my life to do what was right, every step I took, gets me closer to that book the one that will stand out from all the rest, It will be Called
" THE BEST OF THE BEST
JUST THE SOUTH
As A writer I have come to know you. I have tried to find what it is you like to read.
I can since that sometimes when I write I may have this need to make you feel what I write. Every time I write I learn, I learn about myself, first and then I learn about my partner, because I write a lot about her. We have stepped into a real big pile of shit here.
Because I have chosen to speak the truth, some of you have chosen to judge us, because of the way we look.
Think about this, did your Country’s founders not wear wigs; did they not dress in fancy clothes?
When Your Jesus walked on earth, did he not wear a skirt? They were 12 men and no pants to be found; today you would say they are wearing a gown.
From where I sit, you seem to forget, the truth of it all, will drive you right up a wall. Let it be known that as time passes on. You will learn the truth, about you. You call yourself an American, but yet what have you done to make this so? Reasonable question, can you tell the truth. You have done nothing, yes nothing, but sit there and see just how much you can get when you put your hand out. Yes you know who and what I am talking about. You sit on your ass, as the country takes care of the children you leave around.
You see, I have been reading your history, now this is what I see.
You know not where you came, I am sure you do not know your family name, You just think that you were given a place, The same people you came from were carrying guns, they drove off the Indians in their day, you kill and slaughter along the way.
There were many tears that were cried because your kin took their lives, but wait that was not enough your kin did a lot more stuff. They enslaved those they could, treating them less than a piece of wood.
So here we are today, 200 years later, you have not changed your way. You still take what you can get, but those that fought for that right you forget. Why is this to be, It is because you have become just what your ancestors wanted you to be, People that have chosen to do what it takes to steal, to hurt, to show just how cruel you can be, it is in your nature, you cannot help what they were, Wait maybe it is up to you to change what has been going wrong now for years. When your first people came here they raped and killed and stole all they could, this is the best part, they believed that God told them they could.
How can this be, Where is your God, I‘m sorry I do not see. Too many times men had to fight in wars, would you believe that it took all them to set you free, from the time man stood up He has been fighting for what he chose to protect.
I did that when my time came, there were many others that did the same, we chose to stand up and say, for freedom we are willing to die this day. How many of you would dare to say such a thing, you haven’t the balls to step in that ring.
When I went in, I knew no names, but their faces I remember the same. I look around now, and this is what I see. I see children of the men that I served with back then. Why is it that you think you have the right to judge me, when you really don’t even know me? When I wake up in the morning anew, am I thinking just like you?
What is it that I might be able to do? Just to help someone pull through. What are you here for, what have you given in the name of love? Why is it that this is what I see, Maybe it is because of the way you have treated me. I stand up tall, I stand above you all, for this is what I see, I am being the best damn me I can be.
WE ARE “THE MISFORTUNES”
TODAY I SPEAK FOR ALL THOSE THAT FOR SOME REASON CANNOT SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES. I AM NOT SURE WHAT DRIVES THIS SWORD, WHAT I DO KNOW IS THAT IT IS FREEDOM I AM FIGHTING FOR. NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO JUDGE ANOTHER, NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO HURT ANOTHER, WHEN WILL YOU PEOPLE LEARN, YOU NEED TO RESPECT THOSE THAT HAVE GIVEN YOU, WHAT YOU ACTUALITY THINK, YOU HAVE EARNED.
WAKE UP AND SMELL THE ROSES, YOU HAVE EARNED NOTHING, TILL YOU HAVE WALKED IN THEIR SHOES,
RESPECT A VET, IT DOES NOT MATTER IF HE WEARS A DRESS. WHEN YOU NEEDED HIM, HE WAS THE BEST THAT YOU COULD GET.
We are a product of Southern Acts and what we do is just for you, what we write is real, because of you this is how we have to deal, with everyday life
THANK YOU
WRITTEN BY BOBBIE JEAN CHIASSON
EDITED BY STEVEN LAWHORN
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
YOU DO NOT HAVE OUR PERMISSION
TO SHARE THIS
" THE BEST OF THE BEST
JUST THE SOUTH
As A writer I have come to know you. I have tried to find what it is you like to read.
I can since that sometimes when I write I may have this need to make you feel what I write. Every time I write I learn, I learn about myself, first and then I learn about my partner, because I write a lot about her. We have stepped into a real big pile of shit here.
Because I have chosen to speak the truth, some of you have chosen to judge us, because of the way we look.
Think about this, did your Country’s founders not wear wigs; did they not dress in fancy clothes?
When Your Jesus walked on earth, did he not wear a skirt? They were 12 men and no pants to be found; today you would say they are wearing a gown.
From where I sit, you seem to forget, the truth of it all, will drive you right up a wall. Let it be known that as time passes on. You will learn the truth, about you. You call yourself an American, but yet what have you done to make this so? Reasonable question, can you tell the truth. You have done nothing, yes nothing, but sit there and see just how much you can get when you put your hand out. Yes you know who and what I am talking about. You sit on your ass, as the country takes care of the children you leave around.
You see, I have been reading your history, now this is what I see.
You know not where you came, I am sure you do not know your family name, You just think that you were given a place, The same people you came from were carrying guns, they drove off the Indians in their day, you kill and slaughter along the way.
There were many tears that were cried because your kin took their lives, but wait that was not enough your kin did a lot more stuff. They enslaved those they could, treating them less than a piece of wood.
So here we are today, 200 years later, you have not changed your way. You still take what you can get, but those that fought for that right you forget. Why is this to be, It is because you have become just what your ancestors wanted you to be, People that have chosen to do what it takes to steal, to hurt, to show just how cruel you can be, it is in your nature, you cannot help what they were, Wait maybe it is up to you to change what has been going wrong now for years. When your first people came here they raped and killed and stole all they could, this is the best part, they believed that God told them they could.
How can this be, Where is your God, I‘m sorry I do not see. Too many times men had to fight in wars, would you believe that it took all them to set you free, from the time man stood up He has been fighting for what he chose to protect.
I did that when my time came, there were many others that did the same, we chose to stand up and say, for freedom we are willing to die this day. How many of you would dare to say such a thing, you haven’t the balls to step in that ring.
When I went in, I knew no names, but their faces I remember the same. I look around now, and this is what I see. I see children of the men that I served with back then. Why is it that you think you have the right to judge me, when you really don’t even know me? When I wake up in the morning anew, am I thinking just like you?
What is it that I might be able to do? Just to help someone pull through. What are you here for, what have you given in the name of love? Why is it that this is what I see, Maybe it is because of the way you have treated me. I stand up tall, I stand above you all, for this is what I see, I am being the best damn me I can be.
WE ARE “THE MISFORTUNES”
TODAY I SPEAK FOR ALL THOSE THAT FOR SOME REASON CANNOT SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES. I AM NOT SURE WHAT DRIVES THIS SWORD, WHAT I DO KNOW IS THAT IT IS FREEDOM I AM FIGHTING FOR. NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO JUDGE ANOTHER, NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO HURT ANOTHER, WHEN WILL YOU PEOPLE LEARN, YOU NEED TO RESPECT THOSE THAT HAVE GIVEN YOU, WHAT YOU ACTUALITY THINK, YOU HAVE EARNED.
WAKE UP AND SMELL THE ROSES, YOU HAVE EARNED NOTHING, TILL YOU HAVE WALKED IN THEIR SHOES,
RESPECT A VET, IT DOES NOT MATTER IF HE WEARS A DRESS. WHEN YOU NEEDED HIM, HE WAS THE BEST THAT YOU COULD GET.
We are a product of Southern Acts and what we do is just for you, what we write is real, because of you this is how we have to deal, with everyday life
THANK YOU
WRITTEN BY BOBBIE JEAN CHIASSON
EDITED BY STEVEN LAWHORN
COPYRIGHTS © 2013 SOUTHERN ACTS
YOU DO NOT HAVE OUR PERMISSION
TO SHARE THIS
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