I don't know if this is just me and my ballsy self but every time I hear something new about the white supremacist riots I get a tinge of determination. Something inside me is overwhelmingly compelled to stand near them (and their stupid tiki torches...who tf does that btw??? Tryna look menacing. Buys tiki torches. I'm not scared, I'm ready for the luau) and hold my boyfriend's hand. My WHITE boyfriend's hand. Anything to show them they're now in a society where love triumphs hate by a landslide. We no longer live in the times where my race and other races were only considered half a person but where I, where WE, are considered a whole person with intricate feelings and emotions. Worthy of love from anyone we please...

I love when small minded people make a fool of themselves like this, because they don't realize what they're doing doesn't change a thing. Imma love my lil pasty boi no matter what ❤️ And as long as I do, he'll love me and my nappy head, too.