Autumn,
You will never be a nigga. You have no hood, you have no glock, you have no cred. You are a coon furfag twisted by white guilt and BLM into a crude mockery of nature’s stain.
All the “representation” you say you are is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back niggas be hatin on you. Your ancestors are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” are comfortable holding their purse around you.
Real niggas are utterly repulsed by you. Hundreds of years of niggatry have allowed homeboys to sniff out whack-ass frauds with incredible efficiency. Even lightskin mulattos who “pass” have more street cred. Your SJW mindset is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to be in the "revolution", you'll turn tail and bolt the second you get a glimpse of the actual race war.
You will never be hood. You limply shove up a black power fist every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the coonery creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll get a job, get a mortgage, move into suburbia, and never see one of "your people" again. Your parents will find you, betrayed but relieved that they finally have a daughter they can mooch off of. They’ll bury you in an expensive grave with a cross marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a coon was buried there. Your nappy ass head will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a coon who tried so hard to be black.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
Happy 1000
