I’m Black And I Don’t Like “The Boondocks” Like You Guys Do
The first time I watched the show with my Jewish friend, he said, “Man I’m glad I’m watching this with my only black friend, now I can laugh at the jokes without feeling bad.”
The first time I watched the show with my Jewish friend, he said, “Man I’m glad I’m watching this with my only black friend, now I can laugh at the jokes without feeling bad.”
Am I being selfish if I take time for myself? Yes, I totally am. I’m OK with that.
Well, if that’s what he traded me in for, I’m insulted.
I gave the benefit of the doubt to a lot of men who frankly didn’t deserve it. The thing is that they were showing me who they were and telling me something different.
“Maldito el soldado que empuñe su arma contra su pueblo” translation: “Cursed is the soldier who wields his gun against his people.” A government that shoots its youth, is killing its future.
We’ve all come across that guy, the one with his issues, guarded personality, maybe he’s even a complete jerk, but underneath that is a heart of gold; we know it.
You change the rules of the game. You make friend-zone jokes, but then when I make them back you tell me “we were never friends.”
It was a rash decision. One minute I was on Facebook, the next I wasn’t. I
I hung onto the words you said, The promises you made but didn’t understand then, The future we spoke about; One…
We were the color eggshell; I needed magenta or blood orange.