Like I’m always aware that I’m a Black man but sometimes I forget what all that entails. So we have a neighbor a few houses down that NEVER speaks to me or acknowledges when we’re in the same space (not too close)
But you know like pulling up at the same time. Passing houses to go to the mailbox
That kind of stuff. No nod. No waves. Just that I may as well be a tree. She sees me and has never not once acknowledged me for two years.
And yesterday I was thinking ... maybe she just hates Black people.
Like I’m so used to my Texas racist ass racism but also Southern suburban racists who are polite that I forget about that east coast racists
That may live in the “bluest” of “blue”, but just don’t talk to “others”


I can’t call it. Took me two years to even think of it
She ain’t cute anyways.

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“There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.” -Albert Camus