I want to ask why
But my pride won’t let me
I wish I were home right now, instead of being a billion miles away angrily protesting about the Michael Brown case over the net.
I’m really upset.
Black in America, black in Africa, black in a world where black is associated with all things evil.
I’m tired of writing post about young black lives taken away by white hands, I want a real change.
I don’t even feel angry, I’m just hella confused. Like what? Who does this kinda shit?
Bruhh here I am thinking we were grown folk and …
"I’ve seen so many people, mostly white, refer to racist videos as “disgusting.” No. Pizza with anchovies is disgusting. Spoiled milk is disgusting. What we have been seeing is infuriating. Damaging. Riot inducing. But black people can’t get angry out loud because we’ve seen what happens to the angry Negro. So, we pray."
For a while now, I’ve known exactly how I feel about everything and everyone that is connected to me. CLARITY, something I have not experienced in a long time. It’s liberating and terrifying.