Can I confess something?: I almost didn’t want to talk about it but I feel like I should I was exhausted for a good two months mentally. Racism finally fried my brain and I no longer had any energy to fight off the daily micro-aggressions I face or the blunt and hard racist things white people would drunkenly regurgitate from their mouths. The taxi’s that would slow down but then pass me when they saw I was black but would explicitly opt for the white kids just a few meters ahead of me. I would eat it all up because I’m a powerful man right?? Nah- I’m human. There’s so much beauty in being black, but it’s exhausting in a world where they’d wish we’d hide. Still I refuse. Because bitch, this is my world too. I wish that those conversations we ask ya’ll to have after all that marching and protesting in 2020 really happened and change really took place and not for a day like your little black squares on Instagram. Anyways, cheers to being Black as f**** and beautiful and what I’m choosing to do now is have a gargantuan amount of unapologetic fun at whatever function I choose to be at and not wasting energy on shit that does not serve me, that includes racist people who’s only wish is to have my attention. Sending a hug to any Black/POC who has been experiencing the same thing in silence 🤍🤍