How Do You Stay When the Love & Trust are Gone or Happy 4th of July Black Folks

America,

I’ma talk to you plain – like I do with all folks at the end of a relationship.  I feel things are betta that way—ain’t no misunderstandings or need for repeated – identical conversations. I don’t want no follow-up questions or bold declarations.  It takes me a long time to get clear on things; but once I am—I am (firm as a pit bull 0n a pork shoulder).

I’m wit you; but I am not really fucking wit you.  You need to know this cause you dealing wit me like you are expecting that old loyalty I had when we first hooked up—heartily singing love songs (anthems),  blindly following your leader, sticking up for you when someone said a bad word against you, and so on.  You seem actually offended, hurt-even, when I call you on your shit.  Your boys unfairly kill one of my Brothas, try to silence one…

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