i’m very tired of explaining myself to people i love–– people who give way more than i deserve for what i throw back.

identity politics is a real, real thing. why does a cross have to be burning in my front lawn for it to be considered anti-black? because it doesn’t, because racism comes in all different forms, and frankly, the covert-gastlighty shit is incredibly draining to explain.

because it makes so much sense, to you, to random black strangers online, to the good sis google— to anyone, they get it.
but not the people i love.