I was in fourth period trying hard to listen but my mind kept going to the fact I was going to meet my dad later-- with his new bitch.
Every time I thought about it made the palms of my hand clammy. I just didn't understand why. How did this man not only file for divorce but also found time to have a whole secret family in the same state. Niggas never ceased to amaze me, dads included.
"Our next discussion will be focusing on the social injustice of women, specifically black women" My teacher, Mr. Taylor, explained to the class. I sat up in my seat, this definitely caught my attention. Before I could speak, Jared cleared his throat and lean forward in the desk.
"While I do think black women face social injustice, I feel like a lot of them bring negative attention on themselves. Some of these girls are ghetto as fuck. Their basically a walking circus" He stated before licking his crusty ass lips. Niggas laugh at this nigga jokes a couple times and he thought he could have this dumb shit.
"Boy what? You sound stupid as hell right now" I said with my face twisted up
"Honestly, i'm deadass'. Cases like Sandra Bland I can understand but arguing with a cop acting all wild because you drunk with your ass out something totally different. Yall let these instagram girls trick yall into believing you can be big bully with everybody. They do that shit for clout, this real life. I feel like the real injustice is for the black girls that wanna do something besides having a million followers and some clout. I also feel like white and Latina girls are constantly torn apart now and really if we not respecting others how can others respect us" he shrugged.
"Okay you sound stupid as hell times two right now" This girl named Vonsha said.
"White girls don't have social injustice because injustice is not known to white people" I said.
"First thing you see when you look at me is that i'm black -"
"Aren't you mixed though? How can you step into this conversation. You barely look black" Jarid cut me off.
"And?" I asked with my head tilted. "Jared i'm an afro Latina. My dad is is African American, my mother is Dominican and Guyanese. So, yes baby I can step right into this conversation. You literally just did me injustice. I had to explain my blackness to you as an black woman. Everyday I guarantee you multiple girls goes through everyday, as black woman. If a black woman is too light she is harassed, if a black woman is too dark she is harassed. We are under a damn microscope every single day. If our hair does look good, its an opinion. If our bodies isn't the type yall like, its an opinion. Hell, we can barely wear anything without yall thinking its an problem. Daily, black woman is scrutinized by everyone-- including black males. Oh, and also I dont really care if they see us respecting each other or not. We deserve it, so imma demand it every time" I responded.
"Man please. Dont try to act like y'all woke when yall was just trying these white girls calling them becky with the good hair. Black girls are overly mean. Yall pick and clown everybody else but as soon as somebody point the finger at yall its a problem. Yall hate being exposed that's all. Its a few jokes" He said looking at me
"And what about all of that black face shit. Lets not forget we have been the butt of their jokes for centuries, please. Play with somebody else and since we speaking on hair let's not forget how everybody and their mother has something to say about females being natural. Big facts are, most of these natural girls probably got longer hair than ya' mama. I also need yall to learn the difference between naps and kinks. Just because we wear weaves don't mean we are bald headed or can't grow hair" I said pointing my finger towards him. I was so fired up, i loved it.
Jared stupid ass was about to respond but the bell rung first. I gathered my stuff as Justin made his way over to me for the third time this week. I mean I didn't have a big problem with it. It was strange tho, after the party we got real tight.
