"Y'all ain't gonna believe this." I said, looking at my phone in disgust.
"What's wrong?" Khalil asked.
"Another cop killed an unarmed black man again."
"Fuck!" Za said, angry. "Why they wanna kill us so bad?!"
"I don't know," I said. "It's not like our ancestors came to America by choice."
"Can you preach?" Khalil said, giving me dap.
"I hate when they do that." Justin chimes in. All three of us looked at him crazy.
"What do you know about the minority struggle, Justin?" I asked.
"I mean, I'm a quarter Indian so--"
It wasn't long before all three of us busted out laughing.
"I-I can't believe what this nigga is saying!" Za said between laughs.
"What's so funny?" Justin asked seriously.
"Babe," I said, trying to catch my breath. "Just because you're a quarter doesn't mean you know what discrimination feels like."
"Or how it feels to have to use violence to show that we exist too and that we deserve to live long lives." Khalil pointed out, still breathless.
"It was cute how you were trying to understand tho." I said, pinching his cheek.