i haven’t been on this blog because it’s exhaustion i cannot handle but imma just say this on some real shit. i keep quiet about a lot of shit on this website. i keep my circles small and dont really venture out of it. i’ll have conversations where i feel them worth my time, and i’ll block / unfollow otherwise because i deal with enough as it is out here without worrying about these ignorant ass lil kids in here speaking on shit they know not a thing about. now, the good news is that for the most part, i’ve managed to avoid the worst shit people on this site have done but hear me out. especially NON-BLACK POC hear me out.
first off, don’t try using that POC card with me. people always wondered why i had an issue with the term and it should be easy to figure out now. i was raised by my mexican side of the family. i know how non - black poc can be. they loved me to death, but they hated THEY HATED THEY HATED MY BLACKNESS. they hated it. they still hate it. to this day, they still don’t want my little mexican cousins dating black boys or making black kids. to this day !! and dont care how i feel about it ! im 26 !! now imagine when my mom came home with my black dad and a black baby in her stomach. what you think was the first suggestion? from my nana, a woman who practically raised me was willing to never see me born for what i was ! for what i couldn’t control ! they hated my blackness so much they wanted to stomp it out. i hated myself and my blackness for most of my life, and my dad wasn’t there to tell me it was okay to not hate it. that i could love myself. and so dont expect me to just take your “oh im POC i cant hate black people” at face value because i know for a mufuckin fact that dont mean shit. if anything, it’s more fucking dangerous.
so anyway don’t pull that shit with me. you may be able to pull that shit in your IMs and private chats and use “ POC ” and say you’re including black people, but i know you not most of the time. there’s a reason i don’t say much on tumblr, and it’s because i don’t TRUST y’all. when you advocate, you use blanket terms and beat around bushes and pick and choose what battles you down for, and it’s tired. it’s tired, and it’s disgusting? who you tryna fool? i’m a black man in america, i don’t trust just anyone who puts “ally” on their resume. you earn that shit, and right now, you ain’t earning it from us. which is funny because my next point is this:
i see my people out here going to war for yall. lgbt people, jewish people, latinx people, etc. and i’ve personally seen / experienced antiblack shit from each of these groups despite being part of a few myself. but i see black people out here risking their mental health, their energy, their comfort for yall, and then when we need help, you wanna play that “thoughts and prayers” shit then move on because it don’t affect you? naw, i’ve been known that tumblr is full of performative allyship. i know half yall just dont wanna get caught in the crosshairs ( metaphor, y’all, im not threatening you ) and you are so outspoken and bold and flamboyant about the shit that it comes off fake half the fucking time anyway. none of it sincere, so now i never trusted most of yall. i’ve probably unfollowed more of the fake shit than any actual problematic people because that’s who i find on my dash more somehow. it’s easier to avoid the racists / sexists / homophobes / transphobes etc. than it is to avoid you fake ass allies ! what do that tell you?
look, you wanna show up? show up. step the fuck up. i ain’t sayin we dont need the help. have conversations. call your people out. google some shit. educate YOURSELF like black people had to all those years we weren’t given the privilege. don’t make your daily tumblr advocate obligatory psa then move on. because we out here puttin in work for yall and you wanna act like when we turn around asking for respect, we puttin you outta house and home. let me tell you this. if you have the luxury of smothering out black people until you need them to come bat for you, you have no idea what it’s like to be truly helpless. and one day, we gon stop coming. one day, we not gon be there to hold you up. so think about that the next time someone comes for us, and you wanna watch from the sidelines until the fight’s over and all you gotta do is like a post or reblog the shit.