You are the product of a black panther member and a BLM organizer and supporter. But your Paternal figure got sick of your Maternal figure, kicked her to the curb and married the whitest woman in the world.

Your Paternal figure said that your maternal figure was angry, resentful, had a big chip on her shoulder and shouldered a lot of self loathing. She was angry toward black men, hateful toward white women, and had devoted her life to a cause she knew nothing about, that he felt really stood for nothing and did no good in the community or for the nation. After he yeeted her, he lef...

You are the product of a black panther member and a BLM organizer and supporter. But your Paternal figure got sick of your Maternal figure, kicked her to the curb and married the whitest woman in the world.

Your Paternal figure said that your maternal figure was angry, resentful, had a big chip on her shoulder and shouldered a lot of self loathing. She was angry toward black men, hateful toward white women, and had devoted her life to a cause she knew nothing about, that he felt really stood for nothing and did no good in the community or for the nation. After he yeeted her, he left the black panther organization because he was really doing it for her.

Then he went so far the other direction and married me, the whitest woman in the world.

I've met your maternal figure unfortunately, and she is filled with an anger and negativity that could ruin a wet dream. She hates me. She hates my curves, my blue-green eyes, my ginger hair and my positive, happy disposition. The nastier she is to me, the I am to her. This is how white women deal with black women, we're used to it.

But how to deal with you?

I'm drinking a glass of reading a great book and laying on my bed when I realize you are standing at the foot of my bed, lurking. I don't know how long you've been there but you stare blankly, not a thought in your head, unaware its rude to lurk and stare. I tell you that I'm thankful for you and that it must be difficult for you to have such a new and different energy in your home. You don't know anything about white people, of course you're curious! I welcome all your questions.

But you just continue to stare with your bottom lip hanging out. You don't have any questions, you're just looking at my big white titties. Your friends always joke about white people having dirty ass feet and you are shocked that it's true! My white soles are absolutely filthy and something about it turns you on.

I keep talking and you keep nodding vacantly. I know you aren't listening. You just want to be the first of your nappy headed friends to say you saw a white woman's butthole. I want us to get along.

I'm willing to do ANYTHING to make sure you prefer me over your hateful, militant, ignorant maternal figure....