He came back later. He tried to hug my friend. He tried to hug me. We ignored him.
A Night in the Life of a Black Woman
Akwi Nji
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I don’t understand what possessed this ball of white privilege to try to touch you and your friend when he knew it wasn’t his place to do so. It’s as if his hug was supposed to dissolve the taste of his hateful words. I can’t deal with people who don’t know when to stay in their own lane and get out of our way.

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