Drained.


It’s crazy that I worry about my calm, sweet, loving BF going out to get coffee.

Because police won’t see the calm, the sweet, the loving.

If it’s a moment when they feel like pulling a trigger- all they will see is a large Black man.

And apparently that is reason enough.

I worry about myself potentially being pulled over and if I should dare to ask the reason why.

We can’t change who we are. We are BLACK, we should not have to shuffle through the world silently because our presence somehow triggers violence in a few ignorant police officers.

When do we stop becoming target practice? The simple consideration of being a human being seems to be lost.

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