POBOY

My name is Rodney but my friends call me PoBoy---I'm a writer, poet, musician, college graduate, and cannabis user since I was 18.... So in the government's eyes this makes me a 'terrorist'. I've never done harm to anyone (unless they brought it on themselves), but I've been arrested countless times for possession of marijuana---one of the latest a felony charge that I beat by the skin of my teeth. I'll never stop smoking cannabis, and I know there are others who feel the same way. Why must I be persecuted for something I love to do, especially if it's not bothering anyone else? And we call this freedom, right? Well, I don't feel free...I feel like a prisoner in my own country---an outcast in my own home, even. I hear them talk about the "War on Drugs".... but drugs aren't the problem...And you cannot truly eradicate a problem unless you truly understand the ROOT of the problem. Tackling an offspring of THE problem will just cause you to continue to spin your wheels, to no avail, as we've been doing for years and years. The problem in this country is Evil.... and Greed.... We’ve become a militarian nation that thrives on domination and total control. None of us are free---unless you happen to be in that small percentage of social elitists who've got it 'all figured out'.... But they really don't know anything----My feelings could best be described by a phrase coined from one of my favorite movies...The World is Yours...And I feel like the world SHOULD be mine--Not mine in the sense of being able to kill, steal, or hurt whoever I want, mind you----But mine in the sense of being able to enjoy MY life to the fullest.... If I'm not bothering YOU, then YOU shouldn't be bothering ME. Right King? PoBoy the Purple Poet aka The Prince of Pine aka Risal