It is unfortunate that Black American Men, especially the older ones, keep going out of their way to show me that they are not capable of love, I am unworthy of love, or they have no interest in caring for me, or some combination of all three things, even if they claim to be Pro Black. And thats not even counting the ones that have actually harmed me or tried to, even when I was a child.

It seems that the universe wants me to experience these things for a purpose, to majestic me give up or get stronger. But when I in turn start to quash the continuous disrespect towards me as brutally as possible just to make a point... 🐉