The Chinese Lip Syncer

Hmm. So. I have said there's no such thing as ugly women. I never said there was no such thing as ugly children. Now. I'm not saying that there are, because children's open minds and Love for life and knowledge is fascinating.

What I am saying is that I was at Ikea with my sister and her roommates, and I saw a child with beautiful parents, and so, relative to the beauty of the parents, one might say that the child is ugly. But only relatively.

Unless you hate physics, in which case you don't have to adhere to the theories because what's true for me might not be true for you because we are diverse and we are trying to impress someone in our sociology class by acting like it's possible to be wrong.

Just kidding. This is very sarcastic. Eff. Sarcasm is whose ugly cousin? The child from Ikea? If Sarcasm were uglier than that child then wow. How would that even be described?

If a metal sphere passed over the Earth every thousand years and you had a feather to hit the sphere once, and eventually the sphere turned into a pebble, whatever time that would take is only a fraction of the ugliness Sarcasm would have to be to be uglier than this child.

But there is a beauty in ugliness. Can't we just be fascinated by it? When we see the Grand Canyon, we are in awe, speechless, moved by the silence. But if someone's face looks like a canyon, then they're ugly? But can't we appreciate their canyon like face too? Kn'amsaying? Mader pake? Proper English? Fear of not being considered Black enough? What?

In either case. Look, United States of America, remove the plank in your eye before you go around trying to flick out a speck in our Chinese brother's and sister's. Because on the real, as opposed to being on the fake--like a man-made island, or saline implants--, once you read Seventeen and People Youth, and some of these Vodka commercials, you're making our children feel ugly.

And what's worse about our children feeling ugly is that they have a lot more time on their hands to worry about shallow things. So then they go crazy. Eff. And Fathers. You effing idiots. Tell your daughters you Love them BEFORE they enter high school ... because then they go to college and ... start ...

...

Taking creative writing classes and writing about neglect ... or ...

Kn'amsaying. You already know.
Don't act like you don't.