sometimes people become so invested in the mythology of you. the idea of you that they create, because it serves their needs. it speaks to parts of themselves that they project onto you. and they hate to see you change because it forces them to change. it forces them to be introspective with themselves. and these types of people are afraid of self discovery.
i hate wearing clothes that were laid out for me. i hate your boxes. i hate the violence those people commit in cleaving and bone picking and processing the whole of me….to sausage me into the casing they create just so that i can be appetizing and palatable for their needs (see how I carried that anology thru? dope right?!)
i am not your Mandingo. i am no one’s hood. i ain’t your Carlton and your not “THAT” black friend. i am not your framework to foster diversity. i am not your twofer. i am black and i am gay because that’s the compact i made with my Jesus. i am not a teddy bear, eunuched and made safe for you. my weight does not make me cushy. my affect does not make me disarming.
i exist outside of your need for me."