A Letter To White Supremacy, From An Unbothered, BlaQueer Nigga With Aptitude


Dear White Supremacy,

I hope this message finds you well and warm. You’ve been sick and cold lately. I couldn’t hardly have expected more. You were just born that way–what could we expect of the child centuries of incestial fucking, genocidal affairs, wealth accumulation and seasonless food?

Cold and white, the markings of winter, the coming of death. It’s your signature foreshadowing. But I’ve had hope for you. It seems that you’ve been getting a bit of healing. You’re coming out of the closest as a black enthusiast. Your undercover sista, Rachel, came out of the closet not as black, but as a black supremacist. That shit was cute. How did you feel about it? Imagine, a woman is birthed with her own natural beauty, burns her hair into a foreign style, alters her skin with harmful chemicals and pounds of makeup and changes the way she speaks to assimilate into a new culture. Baby’s been sucking up daddy’s moonshine! Ain’t you proud, shug? Well, if it makes you feel any better, she did it flawlessly. Hell, only the ilk of whiteness could and would pull off shit so…..well let me get to the point.

We keep doing this dance shug. You want me to be angry, to hurt, to lash out….to prove your necessity and my nuissance. I want you to sit your ass down, it’s really for your own good. I know you want to talk, but that white gaze must be tired. Do yourself a favor and shut the fuck up and listen. Honey, you’ve wanted this blackness for so long, let me give it to you nice and slow…like a transatlantic fucking of colonial proportions. Sound familiar? You know I’m a sucker for reverse-racism.

I know you’re concerned–no obsessed–about all things concerning my body, likeness, soul and intellectual acumen. It arouses you. Your dick drips with thoughts of proximity to my mind. Oceans cannot compete with the wetness between your thighs when you think of covering me with your ideas of bright, white grandeur. You have brain gasms when you think of what my mind does to your mind when we are entangled in a terroristic two step to the melodic, erratic tunes of your ego and fears. But for you to release, to bust those long held, hot seeds of guilt, inadequacy and truisms about your insanity…you need me to play along, to run, to bow, to flee, to scream, to cry out….for you. Bytch please.

I’m writing to tell you goodbye. For 25 years you’ve terrorize my psyche like random shocks of white noise. I don’t have time for white and have no more use for noise. I have called the sandman and you are being escorted out. My body is the apollo and you must go. The once resounding noise of your neediness, your dependence on my essence as a serum for your inadequacy and lack of identity, purpose and individuality has been revealed for what it is. That fucking noise. It ain’t shit but the gongs and fits of children in the kitchen, clamoring pots and pans for attention, because they hungry, immature and know not how to feed themselves. I know you want to talk, but sit your ass down and listen.

I know. This must be hard. You are probably dumbfounded. But listen, I’m really doing this for you. I’m giving you freedom. Chin up honey. I know you didn’t know any better. It’s hard being free. I know, you are wondering what you will do without me. How will you define yourself? What will you eat? What does your life even mean? What is your purpose? Where are your friends? Are you capable of love? What does happiness look like in the absence of me? What about beauty? How shall you define yourself, again?

I could tell you all that. But I’ve done my time. I’ve served my sentence. Blackness ain’t got time for that. This a courtesy notice to you, that I, we, us, blackness…will always be unbought, unbossed and unfathomable to those not born into the black mystique. But again, I know you tried. There aren’t enough guns, gods or prisons to damn endear us to you. Wakeup chile, you’ve been sleeping too long. Good Evening!

In Freedom,

BlaQueerFlow

Follow Tabias Olajuawon on Twitter @BlaQueerFlow. Like our page on Facebook at BlaQueerFlow & Tabias Olajuawon Wilson.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Ashton P. Woods says:

    xoxo

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s