I was heavy on the black movement until i move to the hoods of dc and a black child stole my phone. We went to his house and he refused to give me my phone back.

I was flying out in days. I begged him to give me my phone.

I called the cops and a black cop came... he was really not trying to help me. I literally had to tell him, “get me a white cop PLEASE.”

Finally the boys were in handcuffs with the white cops but the black cop allowed them enough time to hide my phone that was stolen.

All my graduation pictures, spring break, my last homecoming.. MEMORIES gone bec of them hooligans.

And since that day i had to let that movement go bec i realized in that moment that my life or issues with no matter to Black men.

My ex wanted to handle him so bad but i spared his life in exchange for me never going hard for another movement again.

and i told him, “you know that i know you have my phone. If the cops shot you down from stealing i would’ve been marching for you.”