Dear Negroes,
Let me say it plain: I’m tired.
Tired of opening social media and seeing us act like walking stereotypes.
Fighting in public like it’s a concert.
Twerking on sidewalks with kids watching.
Screaming in restaurants, throwing food, filming the mess, and posting it like it’s content gold.
Proudly calling ourselves “hoes,” “gangsters,” “baddies,” “toxic,” like it’s a badge of culture.
And what hurts more?
It’s us recording it.
Us hyping it.
Us laughing and calling it "just vibes."
Then the rest of us—Black people who carry ourselves with grace, with purpose, with peace—get lumped in with that noise.
We lose opportunities.
We lose respect.
We lose chances to just be seen as individuals.
We’re not being silenced by white supremacy which does not EXIST!
We’re being drowned out by our own dysfunction.
This isn’t hate. This isn’t self-loathing. This is grief.
Because I love being Black. But sometimes?
It’s hard loving a culture that doesn’t always love itself back.
Signed,
The Girl Behind the Dreamer’s Pause
A Black girl who knows we can do better—because we are better.
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