There’s a constant battle within me between being
the carefree black girl:
the “sassy” black girl:
and the au naturale black hipster girl:
Date someone who gives you the same feeling of when you see your food coming at a restaurant
I’m sleep though,
Nobody will ever love you as much as an artist can. On your worst days, they will find poetry in the knots of your hair.
and think that there was EVER a period in time when they respected us.
for every other reason
besides saggy pants!!
oh nah… keep listening to people who preach self hate because the world respects THE FUCK out of black people in a suit and tie.
no matter what you do, say or dress like they’ll continue to do shit like
there’s no such thing as black empowerment while still shaming black people.