I’m a fuckboi, I know. But let me tell you how Becky tried it.

I really am like that fuckboi (gender nonspecific term) that won’t go away, aren’t I? Even after well over a year of zero communication, when you’re happy and thriving, I send you a “how you been?” text. It’s almost as if I’ve sensed that you’re moving on and have to come back and mess with your head one more time.

At some point, we’ll both have to stop torturing ourselves and actually sever ties. Some of you might have already pulled the plug and I cannot blame you (I know I just said that I can’t but I absolutely do. Blame you that is. Because as I mentioned earlier, I’m a fuckboi and that is what a fuckboi does. Tells you one thing when s/he really means something else)

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Sorry, not sorry. Sidenote: We should all pray for brother Kanye

Some of you might screen my calls but still read my texts.  And despite all of your friends telling you to block my number, you falter and decide to meet up for just 1 drink. We all know where that leads 😉

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It’s ok boo. It happens to the best of us

The last few of you are the ones that have kept calling, kept sending the random “hey, hope you’re well” or “just thinking about you and wanted to say hi” texts. And to you I say: “I wish I appreciated you more and gave you what you deserved from me, CONSISTENCY and RECIPROCITY”.  But we both know that I’ll never change. A fuckboi will do what a fuckboi does.

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This is what a fuckboi does after they send you a text trying to mess up your whole life

As you reflect on your life choices, wondering which group you belong to and which group you’d like to belong to, let me holla at you real quick and get something off my chest. Because despite my lackadaisical attitude and being completely undeserving of y’all, I know y’all to be great listeners (well readers) and I need to share with you how these wypipo keep trying me.

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If you are a Black person in these United States of Amerikkka , you might have experienced being followed in a store, being called a slur (or several if you sit at the intersection of Blackness and Queerness/Transness/Different Ableness etc…), being told that you’re “so well-spoken” (the implied bit is that you’re well-spoken for a Black person) or “Black but not like Black Black” (actually it’s not just in this messed-up country but I’ve already spent a lot of time writing an unnecessarily long intro before getting to my point. Sorry!) You may also find that certain people think that they’ve walked into a petting zoo and you’re one of the main attracttions.

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And sometimes, they just say THE👏🏾 STUPIDEST👏🏾NONSENSE👏🏾AND👏🏾WON’T👏🏾SHUT👏🏾THEIR👏🏾FACE.

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I mean, just look at the orange shrew, “trigger fingers turn to twitter fingers”, they call their president. This man stays willin’ and says the craziest things. And while it’s easy to dismiss “conservatives whites” or “T***** supporters”, the “liberal whites” aren’t much better. They be saying out-of-pocket things too. Take for instance this experience at the airport in Entebbe.

As we’re standing in line, the security guard tells us to drop our bags and move to the side. We all look on as the guard tries to get a dog to sniff out any suspicious materials. And because people don’t know when to keep their stupid thoughts to themselves, this very blonde, very white woman whispers loud enough for some of us to hear: “But I’m not a terrorist. I mean come on”

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Why do y’all insist on being trash? ANSWER ME BECKY!

I wanted to snatch Goldilocks’ non-existent edges. She might as well have said “I’m not Brown y’all. And we all know that only Brown people are terrorists. So let’s stop this charade because I, a delicate white wallflower, should never be considered dangerous.”

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Becks, y’all (as in wypipo), are the largest terrorist group. For centuries, y’all have decimated, enslaved, abused, disenfranchised and marginalized entire countries. Y’all continue to kill us – whether we’re sleeping in our homes, walking home with skittles in our pockets, praying, protecting our children, standing in line, listening to music or simply being our authentic selves. You’ve built entire systems to slowly squeeze the life out of us because immediately ending lives wasn’t enough to satisfy your sadistic needs. Let’s not even talk about how you contribute to the destabilization of economies and make them completely dependent on foreign aid while refusing to pay up those reparations (+ compounded interest).

And you (specifically Becks), know that “the preservation of white women’s virtue” has been motive enough to kill Black men and y’all have fully taken advantage of that. You’ve played the damsel in distress, lying and getting our babies beaten and killed. And when confronted with the fact that you uphold white supremacy, y’all are so quick to say “but…but…feminism”

So yes Becks, you do look like a terrorist. Matter of fact, when I think of terrorism, you and Chad are exactly what I think about.

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PS: Haitians have a saying that goes “Mwen voye dlo, m’ pa mouye pèsonn” meaning “If this ain’t about you boo, then don’t get in your feelings. I’m talking to the ones who need to do better. So please do not #notallwhitepeople this.

PPS: No, I’m not back and will not be doing better. Y’all will just be surprised whenever I decide to come back on here and ramble.

Parlez-vous français?

I’m not going to apologize for the lack of posting, because y’all should be used to this by now. We know that I’m lazy, trying to live my life and sometimes just so fed up with what’s going on around me that it is really hard not to just write a post of just f-bombs. I’ve had several drafts on funny/irritating things that have happened over the last month: co-worker’s fascination with my natural hair, the “smelly farts” lady on the bus, the awkward first date turned into a “we’re dating so I can’t write about it” situation etc…

But EVERY. SINGLE. TIME, I would actually get around to trying to write something funny, it was either not very funny or I had to read about another Black person murdered in cold blood. And I don’t know about you, but while I don’t post every single thought that I have on social media, that mess affects me. DEEPLY.

I think about all the Black boys and girls; those yet to be born, and it breaks my heart. I think about the Black boys and girls that I love and it terrifies me. So I end up angry/sad/paralyzed in my inability to express my emotions and another week goes by while my mother reminds me that it has been a while since my last post. Those feelings haven’t gone away and frankly they are a reality of trying to be a conscious (whatever that really means) Black person in the United States of Amerikkka. So…while I’m not in the correct head space to rant about that, I’d like to share some thoughts about…..ze French! (This post isn’t going to be universally relatable, so I’ll forgive you if you stop reading right now! Although you might learn something)

(Disney's That's So Raven)

(Disney’s That’s So Raven)

A few nights ago, I went to a Stromae concert (my 2nd since I’ve been in LA and worth every penny). If you don’t know who Stromae is, please get with the program.

(The man is insanely talented. And don’t be fooled by the catchy beats. His lyrics are touching on some pretty deep stuff)

Anyways…I was at this concert with a bunch of 20something year olds who were columbusing (When white people claim they have invented/discovered something that has been around for years, decades, even centuries.) Stromae’s music. This one girl thought she was cute by talking about how she’d been listening to his music since last June and that people were so late to the bandwagon.

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(X Factor)

Oooookkk sweetie!

I guess at some point, the eye rolls, exasperated sighs and head shakes must have caught the attention of a particular gentleman (not like that). He tapped me on the shoulder to ask me how I found out about the concert. While I could hear his really thick French accent, he addressed me in English, so I responded in English. I told him that years ago I went to visit my uncle in France, heard Stromae’s music and have been hooked ever since.

I wish y’all could have seen the look of shock on his face. I wasn’t sure if he was shocked that this (at least to his knowledge) “American” had spent time in France or that it was possible that some people had been exposed to Stromae’s music before last June (gasp! Don’t tell homegirl) And because I sound (for the most part) “American” when I speak English, I wasn’t at all surprised that he smirked and asked me if I learned any French during my time in France. It’s happened more than once. I usually just shake my head and say, “Well, actually I speak French”. And for some reason, people always try to test that statement.

Let me ask y’all a question. Is it a thing to say that you speak French, say “Le fromage” and then think you’ve fooled them with your mad language skills?

(Fox's Glee)

(Fox’s Glee)

I feel like most people who say they speak a language, usually speak it.

So (of course) he asked me to prove it by continuing the conversation in French. Upon learning that I was being truthful about my multilingual abilities, he proceeded to ask me if I was from France, Belgium, Switzerland, Louisiana, Mars, Neptune, The French School on Jupiter (by the way, they are now enrolling but space is limited. That whole super prestigious being in outer space/not fit for human life thing. You understand?) etc…Everything but any of the numerous predominantly Black countries that France colonized.

I know some of y’all may be thinking “Oh here she goes making it a race thing.” Nah, I’m not making it a “race thing”. I’m making it a “y’all need to start teaching history in these schools” thing. I could have just rolled my eyes at the ignorance, but these children will never learn unless you let them know.

And I know, I know y’all. It’s exhausting having to always teach people but somebody’s gotta do it. Otherwise they reproduce and their children are even dumber. I wish somebody had educated the people  I met when I traveled overseas.

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Both times that I’ve been to France, I’ve always made it quite clear that I was Haitian. And the number of people who would ask me where that was or how they spoke French baffled me (I know I should be accustomed to people’s ignorance by now but what can I say? I’m an optimist)

Common sense would dictate that most countries that speak French have been, at some point in their history, colonized by the French (yes that includes countries such as Belgium and Switzerland as well). My people did not wake up one day and filled with the Holy Spirit started rolling their r’s in the back of their throats and adding letters to words that you don’t actually pronounce. (English-speaking people, how do you think this word [temps] is pronounced? You probably said it wrong because it has 2 extra, unnecessary letters at the end. Oh, and the “em” is actually pronounced like an “en” but not a hard “en” like the word ten. Welcome to French 101).

Nope!

My people were busy being Queens and Kings when these people decided that they wanted to find another route to India, “for spices and gold” (and some WP’s still have the audacity not to season their food). Then they enslaved the Native people. When the Natives died from exhaustion, disease etc…, they thought “You know what, I bet they ain’t doing anything over there in Africa. We should go holla at ’em, let ’em know about the great job opportunities we have over here and check this out… they won’t even need a work visa.”

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But even more than the lack of common sense, it is terrifying to see how a country can deplete another one of its resources, build an immense fortune and completely erase it from their version of history.

So…. *steps on soap box*

French people, we interrupt your regularly scheduled cheese and wine break to bring you these messages.

Just so y’all know, the French were real busy trying to colonize and expand their empire. They actually had 2 periods of colonialism (spanning centuries). At some point, the French “owned” almost 1/10th of the planet’s total land area, which is why French is largely spoken throughout the world. It’s not a coincidence that it’s one of the UN languages.

Also (and this is because I’m from Haiti, but I’m sure someone from any other French colony would love to give you a piece of their mind as well), don’t you dare NOT teach your children about Haiti again. At some point, Haiti was one of the most lucrative colonies of France. And get this folks. After the Haitians won their independence from France in 1804, they weren’t recognized as a sovereign, independent nation.

Do you know what they had to do to enter the political scene/global market? Any guesses? No?

They had to pay France back the lost profits from the Haitian revolution! That’s right ladies and gentlemen. Haiti paid France in solid gold to have France recognize us as a sovereign state, AFTER, we kicked them out and fought for our independence. I’m sure they don’t teach you that in A.P European History (I know because I took it in high school).

So excuse me if I’m not sympathetic or think it’s a silly mistake when a French person asks me where Haiti is on the world map. Because to be honest, half of those monuments y’all like to show off to the world,  were built on the back of my people.

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FYI: That’s one of our monuments. As in, one that’s in Haiti! Because we all know that countries steal borrow monuments and then expose them in their museums.

*still standing on soap box*

P.S: The following are only very brief statements to help you gain some general knowledge. While they may be a cool party trick to impress your “history challenged” friends, please read a book (or 5). Also, while this post contains overarching generalizations, the author recognizes that the people she met may not represent the entire French population (although she thinks it represents a pretty large portion).

P.P.S: My cousin is a historian. And a really smart one at that. Do not come for me or I will unleash his verbose (I mean that in the most loving way boo) self on you!

P.P.P.S: As a scientist, I know the importance of citations/references. But I can’t do the work for you. Plus, who gon’ check me?!?