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Mar 22, 2010 19:40

There’s a woman telling me about the three black men that stormed her house. The broken kitchen table. The hole in her walls where they went after her dog with hammers. Her son’s bleeding scalp, how they dragged him from the living room to the backseat of their car. She refers to them as “gang-bangers.”

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lowhumcrush March 23 2010, 01:21:43 UTC
this is the best kind of love.

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nerak_g March 23 2010, 04:34:29 UTC
mmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!

choice in the underwear.fruit of the loom hanes.born with too much boy in the blood.

i heart you.

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i... cynthia_french March 23 2010, 15:24:59 UTC
absolutely love this.

it is saying a lot, and in so many ways.

awesome.

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mahoganybrowne April 9 2010, 20:30:17 UTC
all of this had me holding my breath:

I want to grow my hair out and pass for heteronormative.
Fredrick Douglas never had that choice.
Choice is a privileged I hide in my underwear.
I was born with too much boy in my blood.
I’ve never touched the insides of a black woman, but now, I wish I had.
He calls me a faggot. I call him a joke --
and then one or both of us wince.

yea. i winced too. you scare me, in a good fukn way.

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