❝why you always gotta be so mad?❞ ❝i got a lot to be mad about...❞ the "mad black woman" has a negative rep and we're here to reclaim it. this book contains rants from mad black women. we have a lot to be mad about and we aren't afraid to tell everyone about it. you don't have to like our ideas, you don't even have to like us, but you will respect us. :)

A book full of angry black feminist op-eds and rants written by this black girl so keep your misogynoir to yourself ✨ i am not a teacher so please don't ask me teach you or educate you... google is free✨

Hi , PLEASE don't use /reuse my stuff without permission! This poetry has a black girls point of view . This book has a black girls view point. These pieces have a black girls outlook on the world, and the battles we face .

A book to white people who don't understand us, and looks at us diffrently.

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No Becky and Tom, I don't have an attitude problem. That goes for you too Trey. ---- Doing advice too. So be free to ask. © Copyright Iesha07

These are just some stereotypes that really get me mad that people like to make up about black people

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.