Me: *runs into burning building, rescues baby on the eighth floor, jumps out of the window, does a triple flip in the air, sticks it perfectly, and hands baby over to mom*
Relieved Mother: Oh my god, how can I ever repay you?!!!
Me: 20 pieces of chicken nuggets and three extra dipping sauces.
Relieved Mother: That’s all?
Me: *thinks about it* I’ll take some cash, but I still want the chicken nuggets too.
You fantasize about resistance and revolution and yet you are willing sheep in a real dystopia. Person of color slain in cold blood remembered with twisted lies portrayed by filtered media that paint these victims as the postpartum villains. If you think Ferguson doesn’t pertain to you then you’re wrong. If you think Ferguson doesn’t pertain to you then you are apart of the problem.
i always try to catch my mirror self in a good mood, but she never looks too happy to see me. maybe i’ll try again tomorrow.