If you ain't black, don't say nigga.
I don't care if your friends allow it. I don't care if you black ass mixed cousin says it. I don't care if you don't mean it in any way.
Nobody's saying you can't say it. Just like I ain't saying you can't get yo ass whooped if you choose to. I live for the day I encounter this shit because I'm forever on-go.
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Like what if I greeted my Mexican American friends as beaner? "What's up my bean-a?" No hard -r, right? I didn't mean it that way when EYE say it, chuckles.
"No I can say it, we cool."
My Asian American friends? My chinks? My gooka?
Like ew, wtf. I cringe when I say it aloud. I cringed thinking about it around those ethnic peoples. I love my friends (and strangers) way too much to think I'm entitled to call them anything else except their name. The shit ain't even funny and I laugh at an abundance of things!
And I hate to think one entire group thinks like this. I hate to be prejudice against a group of people but it's so easy. It's easier to hate them all than forgive just one.
One thing that still baffles me is how we all share one history (American POV). White history is a part of black history. Indigenous history is a part of brown history. Asian history is a part of white history and so forth. It all makes American history, just from different points of view. It's all ours.
We're more connected than we assume not to be and I couldn't be more happy about it.
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Forgive and learn. Learn one another to love one another. Cause once we cry together, we can share hope together.
There's hope for humanity.
