Guess what guys?
I'm freaking black.
I am a black girl.
I am a black heterosexual girl.
I am a black hererosexual cis-girl.
I am a Negro.
I am a Negress.
I am a Nigger.
And I am mother-effing proud of it too.
I don't know about any of the other western countries (but I have a pretty good idea about it), but not even a full century ago in a place called The United States of America (a place built for freedom on the backs of the unfree) people couldn't sit next to a movie theater if they were two different skin colors.
In fact, if I were to wink at a white man in 1951 I could find my self strung up a tree in the next few days if him and his friends wanted to. Do you know what would happen to him and his cronies in North Carolina if I were found dangling from a tree in 1951 because I winked at him? Absolutely nothing. Know why? Because whites ruled our country and anyone of color better had learned that or they were better off dead, literally. (Don't believe me foreigners? Look up Emmett Till or any other situation involving a black vs a white from the 1970s and previous).
So when you tell me that in 2015 we are "passed racism" that it should be "#alllivesmatter" get the halibut out my face and stop following me on Wattpad. Bye bye boo. All lives do matter, but #blacklivesmatter was started for the black people whose lives didn't matter when a white guy figured he could just shoot them up.
There's a lot of freaking rage in this chapter guys, if you didn't notice and maybe I'll edit it later (probs not, don't wait up on it), but some crap has been happening in my school that I'm so over.
It's 2015 people. All that crap that happened in America with segregation wasn't even a full century ago. There are people in this country alive and well that participated in lynchings. Those people are passing that crap down to us and there are ignorant sods out there that are gobbling it up like pigs in a barn.
I'll tell you one thing, if you don't think these police shootings have to do with race, if you don't think the Rebelling in Baltimore (yes rebelling, not rioting) isn't necessary, you need to check up on some black history and get educated.
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Don't Gotta Be Drunk to Say It
Non-FictionFrom school to writing, friends to relationships, heck even TV shows to plays, you'll be tuned into anything that pisses me off and perhaps we'll have some common ticks! This is opinion-based book and therefore might be offensive. Read with caution!