White privilege is being able to shoot up a movie theater and leave alive in the back of a cop car. It’s driving around in the BMW daddy bought you killing because you felt you were entitled to women’s bodies & afterwards the media painting you as not a criminal but rather a poor sad situation of a person suffering from mental health issues.
But if you are a PoC you’re one trip to the corner store and a warning shot to the back of the head away from being a hash tag on tumblr.
I’m attracted to intelligence. Not the book smart type of intelligence. I could care less whether you’ve gone to college or how much money you make because of it. I like intelligent conversations that make me think even hours after it’s ended. I soak up words from radical minds.
i don’t care if it’s a only a joke, please don’t make comments about how someone’s choice of field of study isn’t going to take them anywhere because it can be a great source of stress and your joke won’t help.
I have become disconnected.. It’s to the point where I feel as though talking on the phone or FaceTime or Skype are too intimate of a setting for me to handle.. I rather meet at a bar have a beer and talk about shallow shit like sports or breeds of different dogs..
I feel myself closing off that passion, my openness and even honesty because I’m terrified of letting someone in or better yet losing myself again..
I’ve been putting a smile on and bearing it through the day.. But my thoughts are heavy.. And even now I drop a few tears for the pain I feel right before I fall asleep. My family and friends commend me for making the best decision for myself.. How strong I was…Truth is I question it everyday .. And it’s on repeat like a playlist on loop.. Ever since that day everything just seems so temporary.. I’m feeling like is this even worth it anymore?