I love being black. My people got me no matter what. White allies got us no matter what. The world got us no matter what.

No matter what we go through, no racist can ever take our black pride & love for ourselves, away from our people & it makes them so sick, that they’ll turn, even their own lives into complete ruin, lose their jobs, scholarships, family & friends, in obsessive, desperate attempts to take that black pride & love that we have for ourselves, away from us.

I’ll die loving me. My people will die loving themselves. No black person will ever denounce their blackness of love of self ever. There’s nothing you racists can do about it.

When you die after living a life of hatred, eventually no one will care. Your funeral may be grand & your name may be in history books, taught for centuries, but karma will always come creeping up. And the good people of this world far outnumber the bad. Eventually they’ll burn down your monuments & spit on your name. And only the weak will fight for you, and lose every time.

Open your eyes & see what’s happening with the world. Get over your pointless hatred or die mad & unloved.