i’m going to say this in the most non-aggressive way possible, which is hard because my tone of voice + vocabulary normally comes off as so.
if you truly believe all lives matter, please fucking unfollow me. if all lives did matter, fascism would not be a fucking thing. it literally would not be a fucking thing. the black lives matter movement is not SAYING that we are above everyone else. we are trying to say that we don’t deserved to be gunned down by the police.
please justify george floyd. justify breonna taylor. justify botham jean. justify trayvon martin. justify ahmaud arbery ━ justify every fucking death that has happened in the last let’s say, 7 years. i fucking dare you. justify every single name we have to paint on every single #blm post. i’m having to listen to my grandparents talk to me like it’s 1968. because three black men are found hanging from trees, and it’s ruled a suicide. who the FUCK was hanging us like fucking christmas ornaments 40 years ago?!??!?! my state literally had postcards with fucking white people standing around lynched black people, smiling.
and everyone getting called out makes me utterly sick. with a half asses apology. from the callout posts i’ve seen, how fucking fragile is your got damn head that you sit in your own little corner, and when the nearest starbucks gets trashed we need to calm down so you can grab coffee the next morning? is a venti decaf latte more important than my fucking life? or you pull the oh, i didn’t know shit. educate yourself. cus if you don’t, the next black person / poc is gonna check you REAL quick.
sometimes for even the smallest fraction of time, i wish i was white. i wish i could visit my friends, without having to face that confederate flag + trump flag sitting at the end of street. go walk or on a jog down the street with my baseball bat (as my own safety since im a short woman) and not worry about rednecks thinkin imma bust the windows out their cars. i’d love to be white just so i never ever have to experience getting called a nigger or a porch monkey. i’d love to be white so when i speak on racial inequality, i don’t have to hear the “get over it, it happened 60 years ago!” i wish i could be white so i don’t have to check a bitch whose pullin on my box braids or poking my natural hair because i look interesting.
i love who i am, don’t forget that. but if i could whip out the white girl mask and escape situations that make me sweat because i know im not wanted there, i fucking would. if we switched places, you ain’t gonna last a week. i’d put that on my first born child, man. drop ya in the small little klanlands around the country, and you’d be dead.
if all lives matter, i wouldn’t have to sit here wishing i had a mask that looked like the 70% of the U.S. population to avoid racism. or fear that by doing this and that, i fit the stigma. if your a non-black or white person and get “tired” of hearing black ppl say #black lives matter / #black women are queens / #black men are kings / #black girl magic / #black boy joy why don’t to stop and think why we have to fucking remind ourselves that we are fucking worthy of something.
now how would you feel if someone from the majority, decides to say “hey, why are black men/women only kings queens whatever? we are too!” we didn’t say we were better than you, becky. can we have a fucking space where we can feel beautiful because the beauty standard is always fucking you & were seen as animals from the zoo.
if all lives matter, the ‘land of the free’ wouldn’t have so many fucking issues.
