Color Me Black In Maine

the feeling that i feel in my heart about everything that’s happened, i’m disgusted and deeply ill.

It’s been a while, what would you guys like to know?

it’s been one long year. so many scary things have happened. but remembering my roots and what my ancestors have gone through makes me look like nothing. black people go through so many crazy things. in a second, to a minute, to an hour a DAY. that’s right a day. but there is a larger picture my friends. The earth is slowly crumbling. The world is cruel and cold. People don’t have boundaries and say what they want without consequences. It’s hard, but loving people no matter what is the strongest and most beautiful thing that someone could ever do. it’s unique because we are always picking on one or more parties. Whether political, or race or identity. Love all always. I wrote that on a card at the Pulse Nightclub. I pass it on to you. For you to share the message. Love.All.Always💜

they say it’s not the color of a black mans skin when they put him in jail for a crime he didn’t commit. they say it wasn’t Martin Luther Kings skin color that was glorified when he was shot to death. that man, like everyone else had a dream that every color would get along. now that was years ago. but in 2018, i’m living in fear that someone will stop being mentally abusive and start being physical with me but oh no not because of my “skin color” but because i look “ghetto, or “i look like i could beat the s**t out of someone” stereotyping is all over. remember that.
-L
welcome back! haven’t been on here for a while.