Whisper

Of course, the question remains: do you really want me to continue to air out our relationship issues to the whole planet because your panties are in a twist about not being able to control me or gaslight me into silence after giving me the silent treatment?

Really?

I’m already assumed to be disposable trash, so I don’t give a fuck.

You, on the other hand, created such a narrow passage about what being you means, how you look, sound, etc., with very little room to be human or different from the ruling class.

How can you say you are just trying to human when you don’t allow me to be human as well? When positive in your eyes means my pain and my voice is not for human ears, least of all yours? That may not be your intent, but that’s how you come across with that Black Respectability bullshit that I refuse to absorb.

I reject the entirety of the Cult of True Womanhood, Cult of Southern Womanhood, Cult of Domesticity, and the Cult of Mary, which pretty much means I don’t allow men or women to put me in a box where I smile and endure like some evangelical wife who tries not to bring attention to the fact that her husband treats her like a rock to drag around. I don’t need a man to have a house to live in.

Why are you stuck in the 19th century when it comes to Black women?

Why are you stuck in the 19th century when it comes to your presence on this planet as a Black man?

Why do you behave as if we are still on a plantation in 2020–almost 2021?