There's no way to articulate the feeling of existing in a place where you can never relax, where you're always hyperconscious of the reality of death
Sometimes, dammit, I just wanna go to a delightful place where one can do the Electric Slide while devouring fried chicken skin in the moonlight
What would you do?
Apparently I look like all lightskinned people.
Pacquiao seems like a very nice guy and Mayweather is a caricature of every caricature sports movie villain. But, Mayweather happens to be Black. And since I also happen to be Black, I'd rather see him win.
I had questions. He had answers.
For whatever reason, coon and all its variations has become a go-to word for Black people who have aint-shit thoughts and opinions about race
This is fucking exhausting
It's crucial to make sure you're not Black anymore before you get back behind the wheel. Do not cut corners here.
Pretty please, with ice cream and cake and sprinkles and shit.
You can hang him from a tree, but he'll never sign with me
The police isn't a department store you can just decide to stop shopping in or a Facebook friend you can block. They are not going anywhere.
There's never been -- not in the 80s, not in the 90s -- more Black people on TV every week than there are now.
Welcome to America.
What did you say? I didn't hear you. You're probably disrespecting me.