Morning.

All I want is to act and make people laugh occasionally and write some nice things for those who who fancy it, and pay my rent and make mistakes I can learn from and kiss nice people and be a really good friend.

I absolutely resent this.

That’s all.

I have purpose and meaning (that I’d like to be getting on with ffs) without the existence and upholding of systemic racism.

Do you?

I’m not wise. I’m not an activist.

I’m a cunt. I’m a clown. I’m silly. I have loads to learn. Don’t trust me with anything regarding numbers.

Innocence is robbed from black children real fucking quick.
And we’re not afforded it in adulthood either.

Ok that’s really it now.

Suffering racism stops growth. It’s stops you being a student. It stops curiosity. It stops joy. It stops you feeling naughty. It stops you feeling bored. It forces you to be some fucking sage before you’ve even figured out what you really think and THAT’S what I resent the most.

I’m an angry black woman.

(Ok ok ok I’m really done now)

As always, I’ll tap out with the words of Toni Morrison. I always come back to this part of her 1975 ‘A Humanist View’ speech.

‘...the very serious function of racism..’