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#AMERICANHISTORYMONTH is here people!!


HAPPY AMERICAN HISTORY MONTH!! It's like Kwanzaa for white people!! Enjoy the next 28 days, mothafucka because it's the only time you get to see us comin! I'll not only be highlighting the Black people making black history but also white people who made black history!! Be afraid!!
Typical cats always talk down to us, beat us, belittle us, look at us with disgust, hose us off, enslave us, murder us, sick dogs on us, speak over us, steal us, steal from us, imprison us, ignore us, fear us, fuck us (first literally, then metaphorically... then literally again...), steal what we create and make it WHACKER... and we still don't hate as much as we could. YOU KNOW WHY, BITCH?! CAUSE WE MOTHERFUCKING DOPE. WE ARE LOVE, STRENGTH, RESILIENCE AND POWER that makes a weak motherfucker jealous. I know the stank face of a whack ass typical looking for the type of humble that makes them feel unique... YOU AIN'T GONNA GET IT, NIGGA!
I ain't afraid of nothing that's afraid of me! NOTHIN! We are TOO MUCH and we have never looked like MORE than the MORE WE LOOK RIGHT NOW in America. Get behind us or get behind us bitches. #Weouttchea #beafraid #thacomeup
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