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Dear white people:
Christ, how inarticulate. Double think must be a hard language to learn.
Those niggas need to calm down
The weak should fear the strong.jpg
If black people can't handle being called nigga by a different race, they don't deserve healthy interactions and legit community.
REPS
MUFFUGA
NIGGA
My gf just sent me those, they are real and and spread all throughout her campus.
>Do white people ever ask why everything non-white disappears in their presence?
IF ONLY
More like:
>Do black people ever ask why everything belonging to other people disappears in their presence?
>what does whiteness mean to me
being fucking normal
In France? What the fuck?
She is in a US college.
This. Was trying to understand and was thinking I'm retarded for not getting it. Then I realized it was written by some nigger baboon.
What college? at least give me a state
how tf do blacks actually think that they are assaulted and murdered at a higher rate and it's anyone's fault but themselves fuck me
Those mutant-headed kids look normal to you? I think I might suspect a genetic aberration there. ***Saucer faces***
itt: butt blasted nigger will never be white
>niggers are thiiiiis fucking close to connect this bullshit to the international Jew and international postmodern communism
>They will never ever make the connection cause niggers
It's all so tiresome
...
what a cheap faggot dressing them all in the same clothes.
mormons cant shop for themselves and be their own person ffs
Okay, all together now:
>Q: What do we call it when other people appropriate White Culture?
A: Progress.
>everything belongs to everyone until everyone is your neighbor
I really love how all those blacks just KEEP expressing themselves in the language of their oppressors and former owners, English. I am totally convinced they even THINK in their oppressors' language.
So much for cultural appropriation, eternal slaves they are, and by their own choice too, obviously.
But I thought we wuz supposta be neighbors 'n sheeeit?
> I caught you stealing
> glances of yourselves in the shrieking
> mirrors of your mouths, and still
> you have not found yourself
> in this self made history bright
> as a premonition. You've been
> looking for your mothers
> with your voices and not found your names
> in the pulse of Lil Wayne. I knew
> already what to call you was what
> you thought to call me out of urgency.
> Please return the "e" and the "r". You must
> return to what birthed you. The nothing
> rhythmlessly stomps
> boot-wise over the head
> of my darky sleeplessness. Last night
> a young Black student screamed
> "I'm Black! I'll fuck a mother-
> fucker up," trying to convince.
> nowadays it's difficult niggering
> to one's self. Just yesturday, I misplaced
> my bottle of melatonin but said
> to a friend on the phone "I lost my melanin."
> Sleepless and white, I fissured
> my imagination to find in it
> some semblance of you concussing
> a book of speeches by MLK and chanting
> "peace" towards no specific direction. Responding
> to my loss of melanin, my friend
> screamed "My nigga!" but I swore,
> he'd thrown hid voice. Outside,
> you cuss loudly, are angry about the beer.
> Everyone needs to hear this. I raise
> my blinds, I stare through the window
> but can see myself as palimpset over you all
> as you stare back, approximate, catching on.
APOLOGIZE
Did this just activate my previously unknown dyslexia?