Deus

I am an opressed minority.

The Government spreads lies about me, and demonizes me.
The Government backs me into a corner and then uses my own desprate actions against me.
The Government jails me and steals my money if they find out who I am.
The Government makes it impossible for me to find a job.
The Government will harass me and my family if given the chance.

Because to them, I'm not a man, they think I am a beast, and they treat me as a beast.

They define ME with their tainted statistics, and the bag in my pocket, and the THC in my piss.

I am a human, I have the same rights as everyone else, and yet I'm denyed my rights because I am a pot smoker.

KWhite

Read the opening page.
I can understand your words.
But they belong over in creative writing I think. This is why.

Heavily moderated discussions on the legalization of Marijuana in the United States

I love the sentiment but I cannot see the discussion.
Moved.
Kelly