Oh how we like to forget the history of colonialism.
I wish I could dwindle your history…. I’d water it down, and make it seem like it was so long ago. So much so that if you asked me about it, I’d tell you to get over it. I wish I could make the horror of your people’s mutilation seem like a Disney movie, I’d fill it with so much color and drama that it would detract away from my actions. The joy it would bring if I could hammer in the heads of each generation your inferior, You’re Inferior, You’re INFerior, YOU’RE INFERIOR…… I don’t just want to hurt your body, I want penetrate EVERY FIBER OF YOUR BEING. I want your history to begin with when I met you. I want to touch you in a way that even when you think i’m not there, I’m there. Every ache in your body, I want that to be because of me, every physical aspect of you, I want that to be hated because of me, and if you go against me! I’ll take the words of the al-mighty and use them against you. I will create your universe and then act as thought it wasn’t me, and when you fail I’ll ask how can this be?