under my skin
it's not like i hate white people. given all shit that happened to me, i have every reason to be (most of the bad people in my life were majority of the time). but i was brought up better than that (judge by character, blah). but now i'm just tired of it all. with the latest going on, the dumbasses are coming out the woodwork. i talk, tell my story, and again, i'm not heard. the system is desgined against me.
i can write all day long until my hands cramp. i can talk all day long until i'm blue in the face. i get it now. i'm insiginifcant. i do not matter. because i'm brown. because i have lady parts. because i'm poor. it don't matter how smart i am. it don't matter how hard i work. with those 3 factors against me, i am stll nothing.
it's open season out here and i'm scared. my white friends don't understand how ill at ease i am.
they can go to their comfrotable bubbles and switch the telly off and sleep well at night.
i'm not a radical. but i'm tired of accepting shit constantly from the left and right. i am somebody. afro and all.