Hemp Holocaust

Jess is sad. Jess is very sad. For today, something doned on her. What is I were a hemp plant.
Hemp is so hated and scorned! People are so stupid, Hemp has no drug properties until man fools and fucks with it. I mean, yeah potheads are bad, but what if you were Hemp? Always completely labeled and rejected as a drug! It's a plant! A PLANT! Not a drug, a LIVING BREATHING PLANT!! Like a rosebush, or a fern! It's just a plant like anything else its just god cursed it, its not Hemp's fault that man abuses it as a drug! I mean, hemp can't grow wild anymore like ferns. It doesn't have the luxury of being pampered and potted or put into a flower garden like other plants! The only place where they can grow legally in amerika is in government facilities. How sad is that. Its like, if I had a disease that if you cut me and ate me, you'd get sick, the government makes people like me evacuate and come and live in government facilities. It's A Hemp Holocaust! It should be free! Not free to smoke, but free to grow!! This is a real problem. No one cares, though, except me. Hemp could have amazing medical potential, for all we know, properly grown and cultivated hemp could cure cancer !!(I guess..)
What is YOU were a Hemp plant, free and wild. A ugly scruffy man finds you and looks around and picks you up, cradeling your roots. He takes you to his home and pots you in a small, messy, dark closet. You grow only knowing the hostility of this man and the darkness of the closet (emo plant). Suddenly you hear thumping and police come into your closet, the man is being handcuffed. A small glimmer of hope comes to you as the police come in "The've come to take the mean man away and bring me home!" The police take you to a white building with long, repeatitive hallways. They open a doorway and a indoor, artificially lighted greenary comes into view. Many of your kind are there, but they are weak and sick from lack of natural resources in the large white room. Like Aushwitz, there are gaurds that give you barely enough sunlight and food to survive. You are potted and are doomed to stay there for the rest of your short, artificial plant life.


Please, save the Hemp



Socrates Volkova