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I'm headed to a press conference that I wouldn't miss for anything. I own a media reporting blog and this big "celebrity" is speaking today.

This nigga is both arrogant and ignorant, you gotta watch what you say on the internet because it can come back to bite you in the ass.

In the music industry today there's a lot of colorism, lighter women get all the praise while chocolate chicks get shitted on. I'm really sick of it..so I'm going today to basically confront him.

I pull up and grab my bag with my camera in it, I check my face before stepping out and heading into the building.

I had on something causal because this nigga ain't nobody to be tryna impress. I made my way into the hotel lobby and into the conference room.

I sat as close to the front as possible because I wanted to make sure I was called on when it was time for questions.

I seen him laughing with someone from his camp and I rolled my eyes hard as fuck. I turned my attention to my phone and sent a quick text then cut my ringer off.

I felt eyes on me and I looked up and it was him. We had a staring contest until somebody whispered something in his ear. His manager grabbed the mic and began to speak..

"Good Morning everyone, thank you for being here today. Let's get started."

X grabbed the mic..

"Hi guys, thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to stop by. This is primarily a conference for my new album but all questions are welcome."

The next few minutes were torture, boring ass, cliché ass questions. I yawned and looked at the time on my Rollie. I gave the other vultures some time to ask what they pleased because soon enough, the spotlight is gonna be on me.

I flipped my long hair over my shoulders and raised my hand. He looked right at me and called on me immediately.

"Yes ma'am?" Somebody handed me the mic.

"Yes I'm here today to clear the air about something you posted on social media. Personally I'm curious as to why you feel this way and currently feel the same."

"Okay, lay it on me." Interesting choice of words...I pulled out my phone and located the screenshot.

"You tweeted 'death to dark skins' and 'dark skin hoes remind me of cockroaches'. You also tweeted that you 'hate dark skin pussy'. Please help me to understand why you feel this way? What chocolate girl broke your heart and played you? You sound really butt hurt with those ignorant ass comments."

They tried to take the mic from me but I pushed their hand away.

"Don't touch me, you too damm close."

"I've said a lot of shit I regret, I was 16 years old and stupid. I'm embarrassed by a lot of things I've put out there on the internet but I keep it to show my progress as a person. I apologize sincerely to ALL the women of the black community for that degrading comment. Dark skin women are beautiful you're proof, so I hope y'all accept my apology." He said looking into my eyes.

Wow, that was easier than I expected.

"Well...that's very mature of you. Thank you for the compliment but personally I can't accept your apology. I'm a huge fan of you even though you've always had a white or hella light skinned chick on your arm, I thought it was just your preference. When those old tweets resurfaced it was like a slap in the face, almost if it was a lot deeper than preference. Thank you for your time, have a good day." I turned my camera off, put it in my bag and headed out the door.