𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Awkward

Sweet Lady~ Tyrese
"Sweet lady, will you be my sweet lover"

Billie POV
"Billie, what you did was very wrong. I don't agree with you on this situation." Victoria shook her head.

"Bro, I just wanted a fucking answer! Quit fucking disagreeing with me. This is that tribal loyalty shit!" I yelled.

"Girl." She warned me, voice dropping into a serious tone.

I quickly checked myself.

"Sorry." I apologized.

"Yeah, tone it down." She scoffed.

"I just wanted an answer, though—

"Billie, that girl didn't owe you one. If she blurted it out—it's something that weighed on her, and she needed support. That was her subconsciously telling you that she needed YOUR support. And let's get one thing clear, I don't have tribal loyalty. I'm not taking Lyriq's side because she's black, or a black woman. Whatever you just thought in your head. You are in the wrong. Wrong is wrong." Victoria's posture changed.

I gulped.

"O-okay." I nodded.

"No, understand me clearly. Don't frame me as just some "black supremacist." I got my own mind, I understand my community more than other person ever will. You're interacting with a member of; I'm educating you on the brand." She spat.

"I understand, Victoria." I muttered.

"Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. She subconsciously wanted your comfort. You congratulated her—that stimulated her brain into comfort. Had you considered her situation, and not your sexual tension—you wouldn't be in this predicament." Victoria gave it to me straight up.

"I just don't like being lied to. It's an ODD symptom." I told her.

"Firstly, that's not no excuse. You basically painted that girl as an "unfit black mother", that's something severely wrong with that. For two; I misdiagnosed you. You're just stubborn as hell."

"Seriously?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. I do apologize. It was an honest mistake." Victoria responded.

I knew there wasn't anything wrong with me.

"I also forgot to consider your neurodivergence." She added.

"Oh."

"Anyways.. you don't ever call someone a "deadbeat." The state already does enough of it, Billie. You really hurt her feelings. She shut down because her subconscious signaled that she wouldn't be able to vent or get through to you. As I told you, Black girls just learn to survive. We never get heard. We're always labeled angry. We never do the right thing. She's used to being treated like that." Victoria started.

"How would things have went if you said "it's okay, Lyriq. If this is a sensitive subject, I understand why you may not want to speak about it. Can we talk about something else?"" Victoria asked.

Shit.. I could've fucking said that.

Damn, she probably had that shit eating at her forever and I just turned it into all about me.

"I don't know.. probably better—

"She probably would've been very thankful. If she decided to talk about it, you made her feel safe enough to do so. Billie, you have a thing for coming off very aggressive, calloused, unhinged, and not considering cultural differences and historical context—when you have arguments or disagreements with Black people. I have to be honest." Victoria told me bluntly.

"You tryna call me racist?" I scrunched my face up.

"If we being honest? Hell yes. I don't think you're a "slur slinging" racist. But you're definitely a minimizing, self centered, micro aggressive, performative empathic racist." She concluded.

"I'm not racist." I rolled my eyes.

"Billie, I get offended by a lot of the shit that you say to me.. about other people. I'm not just pulling shit out of my ass; you're giving me a lot of incriminating evidence nearly every single day. I hear the stories of how you act with your brothers—it's very different from the treatment with your friends and Lyriq. Half of the time their situations are antagonized because of you." She stated.

"What?" I sat up.

"Dayvon; you called him a worthless hood rat that would push drugs for the rest of his life. Durk; you called him an uneducated, unmotivated fool with the value of a mustard seed. Lyriq; you called her a deadbeat. I'm noticing a pattern. Finneas poured water on you; you wished that you weren't born. Matthew broke down your door; you called him crazy." She laid out.

"That doesn't mean... Victoria you have never even met these people. You don't even cost much;  I'm not trusting a two minute therapist to counsel me." I scoffed.

"See; you have caricatured rooted, racist tone insults for minorities—with that not being reciprocated to your racial peers. I went to college for 15 years straight. The only reason you'd think I am a two minute therapist is because black doesn't crack unless you do it, and I appear in my twenties—when in actuality I'm 34. In actuality I've accomplished more than you have—despite being destined to fail from birth. You lean on insults you know will poke a nerve—they're almost always racial stereotypes. You are a racist." Victoria spat.

Oh, she kind of hurt my damn feelings.

I sighed in defeat.

"Can you help me?" I asked her.

"Right, the mammy will lead you to being a tolerant person—instead of addressing your ignorance in your free time; you lean on the magical negro woman to correct you. You don't have enough money to pay for how long that decolonization service would take, sweetheart." Victoria told me.

"I wasn't calling you.. that word. I just wanted your perspective-

"You want me to do the work for you, break it all down for you, and make you feel better. You understand that you offend my community with your ignorant statements—and instead of applying yourself and striving to be a liberated person; you want a magical negro woman to do it for you. No." She set firmly

"Sorry. My bad." I apologized.

"There's no apology needed; grow as a person. I'll see you tomorrow, Billie." Victoria stood up.

Damn. I must've really pissed her off.

She rolled me to shreds.