Dedicated to the haters, with all my heart
Several years ago, I read the story of an unemployed person that was published in some local newspaper and I found it so silly: I am pretty sure that many of you will get my point.
The young lady said that since she had lost her job, she was very much worried about what the neighbors could think. Because the neighbors could target her as lazy, she had to get up at 7 o’ clock every morning. Not because of a job interview nor to investigate about job opportunities. No, she stood up because of what the neighbors could think of her. Damn, how far did her stupidity go? To please her neighbors’ opinion, she went out of her house for several hours, making them believe she was Â«Â activeÂ Â» while she spent most of her time walking in the cold streets and entering various shops until noon. Her whole life was revolving about the neighbors’Â opinion and her personal problems remained unsolved.
However, the lady never questioned herself why she didn’t see an end to her misery.
The solution is rather easy, though.
I myself used to care a lot about people’s opinion and some haters’ comments sometimes spoilt my whole day. But I guess I have matured a lot on that point, because I have decided that no neighbor and no other hateful stranger, whether on the net or in real life wouldn’t have any kind of power on me.
Neighbors talk shit about me? Keep talking shit, bitches! I don’t even care about your existence nor do I care about your pitiful lives.
Haters keep hating because they have a problem with me? You don’t like what I stand for? Just fuckoff and get out of my way. I don’t care about what you think. I will keep doing my thing and being me. Solve your own problems before talking about a person you obviously don’t know.
Some of you have a problem with my Eminem tattoo and call me names?
First of all, you idiots, this is MY skin. I will tattoo whatever the fuck I want on my skin. I am the one to carry it with me wherever I go, so what’s your problem?
You aren’t shocked to see The Game tattoo Â«Â NWAÂ Â» on his skin as a tribute and you are shocked to see me pay tribute to Eminem the same way.
Because of this tattoo I have, you target me as a Â«Â crazy fanÂ Â» while you keep running after people pretending to be Eminem or Nathan Mathers, begging them to give you their email address or phone number, which is something I never did and will never do! I am not some stupid Â«Â Eminem hunterÂ Â» with no life unlike you.
I have this tattoo, yea, I have it and I am fucking proud of it! I might be a huge fan, but I am a respectful person who would never ever do anything that would make Eminem’s life a living hell. That’s called RESPECT, which is obviously something you have no idea of.
Some of you also seem to have a problem with my articles and my dedication to the Detroit scene?
You criticize my interest for the Detroit underground and my writing abilities? First of all, I don’t have to justify my musical tastes to any of you.
You say I’m not a good writer? Ok, maybe I’m not a good writer, so what? At least I have spent the last three years writing in a language that is my third language and I have managed to raise many readers’ interest.
Most of you silly haters are native speakers: how come that I have never read one single line from you? If I’m not that good, then do better than me. I defy you, bitches!
Oh yea, some of you don’t like my poems for Hailie? Some of you say that I can’t be a good music journalist because of those poems? Haha, how ridiculous is this?
A poet can write about any subject he or she wants to, as long as he/she puts his feelings and soul into his/her words. Who told you that I was supposed to know Hailie to write two amateur poems about her? I write what my heart dictates me to write, not what you’d like me to put on paper. I find Hailie touching because she manages to make her daddy fully happy. You have a problem with that? Then you have a problem with yourself, because this is none of your biz. You don’t like my poems, just don’t read them!
I have also been criticized the same way for my amateur freestyles: you are a writer, you are not supposed to freestyle. How the fuck not? Your definition of a writer is really stupidly restricted in your mind. A writer can write about ANY subject and it is not always supposed to be prose, it can be written into rhymes.
Words are here to be played with, when you are creative enoughâ€¦but obviously- creativity is something you silly haters seem to lack most!
Some other people came up to me writing some hateful comments, telling me that since I have been teaching for years, I shouldn’t write. Who the fuck do you think you are to give me directions about my life? Next time you’d be tempted to give me such kind of advice, don’t waste you time stopping to my place, because your comments are not welcome. I am the only one to decide about my life. Nobody else has this right.
Now I also wanna address to all of those idiots who think I am to old to listen to rap music. I didn’t know there was an age limit to enjoy the musicâ€¦you are the firsts to come and read my analysis of the music you think I’m too old to listen to, motherfuckers!
Yes, I am being harsh, because all of you nosey people deserve it. I want you to acknowledge that I don’t give a flying fuck about what you might think about me. I will keep doing my thing no matter what the neighbors or anybody else -whether on the net or in real life- thinks.