Ain't I a Human?

Disclaimer: There is a curse word in the paragraph below; I kinda wrote it in the heat of the moment, so sorry if you're someone who is sensitive to that kind of thing, but I don't feel like changing it because it won't get my message across.

I hear all this talk about society's problems and these complaints about people - about us. I think, more than anything, we've led ourselves to this through decades of blind, ubiquitous hatred, clutching onto an everlasting grudge. In the morning, when I want to wear something comfortable, yet it doesn't match, what's got to do with all of the sudden observation? Ain't I a human? Don't I deserve some comfort in my own skin over what some stupid patterns say? When I play my music too loud in my home, and my family members bark for lower volume, am I supposed to obey? Ain't I a human? Don't I deserve to enjoy an atmosphere that calms me most? When I do poor on an assignment, and in the sea of good grades I bring home lay a single, rotten letter, I am barraged with questions, but ain't I a human? We were raised on the beliefs of imperfection, not just in social venues, but in academia, too. When you're out, walking around, and you see someone: wearing striped shirts over their striped pants and their neon yellow socks and their stupid, goddamn hat, listening to that music you hate so freakin' much because of how bad it sounds, and you judge them for being a C+ student...ask yourself: ain't you a human?

Kennedy's Inaugural Mimicry

I do not believe that humanity will end greed - but I do believe that greed will end humanity.