FUCK THE SYSTEM

Crying while typing this, by the way. Not out of sadness but pure rage. If you’re reading this, I hope you feel the same way. I’m sick and tired of seeing young black boys and girls having their lives taken by the system. This isn’t a plea for help. This isn’t a sob story. This isn’t a peace treaty. This is a mad black woman plotting against this system that has been against black people since the moment they–colonizers, fake jews, white people, the reptiles have infiltrated, devalued, mocked, spat, shot, and taken any opportunity granted for us to win. But I can’t do it alone.

History has always been taught in classrooms up until recently, but it was always talked about in the far past as if it were a horrible nightmare, and it’d never happen again. I remember being twelve years old, watching the trial of George Zimmerman, wondering how he could walk away free. Before then, I never looked at color. I knew I was black, and some people were different shades of me, and there were white people, Asians, and Indians. It wasn’t until the death of Trayvon Martin that I realized maybe we aren’t all treated the same.

Then I grew older and all I saw was color and once you’re aware of it, you can’t help but to continue to notice the waitress smiling at the table of white family of 3 when checking out, but they didn’t look you and your family in your eye for three seconds when it was your turn. the teacher calling on if not white, the lightest person in the room to be leader, demonstrate first, or have faith in them answering correctly first. The dismissiveness in their tone when asking or clarifying something. Clerks and employees looking at you multiple times in a store if you have a bag, owners following you around the store, and most evidently, the job disparities.

Our community lost a young king to bars behind prison.

Karmelo Anthony. Tried at 17, convicted at 19. I’m not here to talk about what happened, who was right or wrong. Read the case. I’m here to talk about what we are going to do as a race, a community, a sisterhood/brotherhood. I’ve been seeing countless reshares of Karmelo’s conviction with sympathetic quotes and posts. And indeed, it’s extremely sad, but I’M MORE MAD THAN ANYTHING. And after each reshare, I grew more. This is only going to continue to happen IF WE ALLOW IT.

I’m mad.

Mad at the system.

Mad at the jurors.

Mad at the state.

Mad at US.

What are WE going to do? We’ve been consistently shown they don’t give a fuck about us. They’re dismantling the education system, ridding any benefits that apply to us, taking away our jobs and choices, killing our babies, un-emasculating our men while emasculating our women, corrupting our teens, and shortening our life span through the food we buy. Somehow, we still believe race doesn’t matter and that all lives matter, in fact, supporting culture vultures, not educating our non-black friends, shopping at store owner businesses who blatantly do not respect, acknowledge, and merely LIKE us.

The government's ideology is to divide and conquer. Divide everyone to conquer all, right? It seems like every other race got the message except the black community. We’re the only race that’s the majority and is treated like the minority. Proof? Most jobs require you to speak Spanish. We’re required to speak Spanish for the land WE built with OUR hands and feet.

The most frustrating part is that we allow for this to happen. We allow our non-black friends to say nigga, our beautiful black queens INTENTIONALLY dating outside of their race, our kings PURPOSELY dating foreigners and uplifting their beauty before a sister. I hear more black men disgracing and shaming Meg The Stallion more than the pregnant white OnlyFans (won’t say her name, won’t get any value from me) who plan on allowing hundreds of men to watch her wash her newborn baby. Yet, the black woman gets more shame because she loves and is not afraid to express it? Interesting. They’ve got us so good, we’re against each other in everything: education, income, love, community, jobs, hobbies, and interests.

The system divided and conquered us, but the cherry on top is adding to the fuel. We are continuously disrespecting one another while uplifting other races. We allow them to kill us softly while clapping as they embrace our culture at the same time. We entertain and dance when someone other than US does US. It’s funny, comical, cool. We listen and encourage these non-black “rappers” to steal our swag and lingo. We think it’s cute when the asian girl got big lips and a black boyfriend, the hispanic boy with grills and rims, the white girl in true religions with money in her pocket and hand in her “weave”, the foreign baddie who says nigga, the white girl who family is knowingly racist yet procreates with a black man endlessly, the old white woman smoking a blunt rapping rap lyrics on TikTok, or the old white man jokingly talking like your uncle who sit on the porch that just got done doing fifteen in the pen. We love that, right?

When are we going to realize they’re obsessed and hate us at the same time? Yet, we’re only focused on the obsessed part. I don’t find a non-black person mocking a black person funny. Sorry. It’s like watching blackface. Yes, it’s that deep.

“It’s not that serious” is how we got where we are as a people today.

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"KEEP NIGGAS SILLY"

We need more community outreach programs.

We need more community events

We need more positive, BLACK influencers for younger kids.

We have to stop calling our young kings “YN’s.”

Get rid of those ski masks!

Stop indulging in music that disrespects us and does more harm than healing!

Put the gun down and pick the ball up or book up!

Read to our kids

Watch over, teach, and love our beautiful kings and queens.

Tell our kings and queens how beautiful they are

Teach our kings and queens about other races and to love theirs!

Teach our kids and queens about community!

But first and foremost, we have to be the example. Generations won't change unless we change it for ourselves. It starts right in the home, in conversations with our friends, leaning on our teachers, voting, and attending our local community meetings. Just because you're not hearing about it doesn't mean it's not happening.

“It’s time to wake up” is funny. I think everyone is awake, but they’re choosing to go back to sleep. We’re past waking up, and now it’s time to go to work! Stop buying from the Asians in support of Karmelo, always support black businesses, and be BLACK AND PROUD EVERY DAY, NOT JUST ON JUNE 19TH.

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Rest in Power

Cyrus Carmack-Belton

Marcellis Stinnette

Andre Hill

George Floyd

Breonna Taylor

Ma'Khia Bryant

Patrick Lyoya

Trayvon Martin

Jayland Walker

Keenan Anderson

Tyre Nichols

Blessings, love, and black power,

Queen.