a black girl's rage

a black girl's rage

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so many thoughts cloud my head. i think everyone i meet hates me. there's so much i want to scream to the scorching sun, but i end up whispering it to the sacred moon. i'm angry. Yes, I ,a black girl, am angry. I may be feeding the stereotype, but i don't care and i'm fucking pissed. i get treated so badly and i'm supposed to be fucking happy? I'm supposed ignore my pain whilst others groan about the slightest discomfort they feel? No, not on my agenda.
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"You got me fucked up if you think I'll be the other girl, I'm not about that life man. So kindly go back to your girl, delete my number and don't even look at me when you see me. Forget what happened yesterday ever did. You are Blacky's acquaintance and I'll strictly like to keep it like that. I should've known not to mess around with your stupid ass." By now her eyes were teary, shit mine too the fuck? I opened the door and asked her to leave, she looked at me and was about to say something when she decided not to. She likes me and I definitely like her but I just couldn't be the other girl. I've had girls being the "other girl" to me and I only called them up when me and my girl had gotten into a fight, only to relieve stress. Yeah I know that was low of me but I did it anyway.

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