I had fake friendships in college with white people. I don't even have the energy for that anymore. The forced conversations, not being able to completely be myself, always feeling like I'm wearing a mask, etc. I would have to go from using the word "nigga" about 15 times a day to 2 when I'm around a white friend. I'm just not comfortable.
It's such an illustration of the extra work you have to do as a minority to resonate with the greater public. Around white people, I don't feel like I have the luxury of just existing. It's like we have to prove our humanity, and if you lack the charm and other social skills to make that easily digestible for them, well, good luck to you. I'm too old for that now. They gotta kiss my ass. I bring my chitlins to work, heat them up in the break room and dare somebody to say some shit. Life's too short.
You deserve a whoopin
My people from the south. This what we eat.
No excuse. Leave that garbage alone. Fyi. That's slave food and blacks eat it from slavery, not because they from the south.
It was indeed slave food, which is why I feel honorbound to eat them. That is just another testament to the resilience and fortitude of black people. Making lemonade out of lemons, if you will. They carry a legacy of survival that I'm not ashamed of and don't wanna lose sight of. And they taste GOOD.