Oh yeah? I just wanted to say that it really irritates me how in South Park they say that red haired people don't have souls. Ok? Because we do. We do have souls, alright? And lately I've been called a ginger, a fat ginger, by everybody in the school. And it really hurts my feelings. I'd like if it didn't, but it does, really bad. Gingers have souls! I am a ########## I'm a student. You don't know ME. You're not God. You are not God. You don't know who has a soul and who doesn't. I'm a chsitian So if you think I don't have a soul, you tell me. For real! I'm getting sick and tired of everyone making fun of red haired people. Like, haha, he's a ginger, haha, he's a ginger! Haha. Really, that's funny? Yeah, haha. Okay, haha. I'm being called a ginger every single day at school. Every day in my life. I contemplated suicide, all sorts of things. It pise off!
Ginger people do have souls! I'm red haired. I have red hair. And I'm proud of it. I consider ginger a very slanderous word, demeaning word. And I'm tired of it. You know, everybody else is disrespected, I mean black people, white people, Mexicans, everyone. Gingers, why? Why do gingers have to be put down so much. Like really, what's so different about us besides our hair color. Really? What's so fricking different!? Tell me! God... cause I don't see that much of a difference, okay? I'm red headed, and I'm proud of it. Everyone else: I'm sorry, I don't mean to insult you. But you know, I mean, I'm proud of me, I'm proud of myself. I'm proud I got freckles. It's who I am, God made me that way, and I have a soul.
So yeah. Don't fricking be like that, ok? I have a soul. Ginger and proud of it.
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