Treasure Island

Anthony Cavuoti


Professional sports are the modern plantations


Professional sports are the modern plantations. Well you say the African American players are rich. No most end up losing all or most of their money; they where treated as objects all of their life. They are free to leave you say. To what. Everyone kept them so focus on sports. Some are rich and keep their money. They are the limping advertisements for the plantation owners to recruit, children, teenagers, young men from the narcissistic fathers, the greedy mothers that uses their children like animals to be fools for their sick needs, and for others with little to focus on, modern plantation owners give them, the young from despair false hope, to be used as peace's of meat, to dream of being players on TV to escape from their painful environments instead of what they really might excel at, science, doctors, engineers, architects, teachers, researchers or parents that do not abuse.

Submitted: Friday, February 01, 2013
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