I'm really not one to put anyone on blast...
but sometimes it's hard to talk about something without doing so.
So...
let's just say I was at a gathering of mostly black people.
Everyone in the place is either a leader in their own right or a freshman.
I walk through the door and what do I spot not even 5 steps away from the door...
...but fuckin fried chicken.
Fried chicken and a few drinks.
Thank the Lord there wasn't any grape soda..
only orange for my man Kel.
A nigga such as myself just had to shake his head in shame.
It wasn't even in a bucket.
Naw, b.
It was in one of them white styrofoam containers inside a brown paper bag.
Worst of all,
white people came through too.
I was ashamed as shit.
I mean,
yeah I ate some chicken with duck sauce and hot sauce...
but I was still feelin ashamed.
The white kids ate it too,
but I know they was like, "....niggas" in their heads.
But come on, everyone loves fried chicken, right?
Now my good friends [and associates],
why is it that I felt so ashamed of having fried chicken at this gathering of black people?
Have I been conditioned to feel so?
Perhaps yes.
Anytime I see watermelon or fried chicken or rims or anything a black person may want stereotypically, I try to distance myself from.
In all honesty,
I don't really eat fried shit anymore.
My mom stopped frying food around the time I started high school.
But why must I feel ashamed?
Why should we let stereotypes control our lives,
stop us from doing certain things?
We enjoy the things we enjoy.
Simple as that.
I'll still laugh anytime I see a Jamician with a beef patty and pineapple soda,
but I won't critisize them for it...
cause shit...
I love them shits too.
As always,
I open this up to discussion.
Perhaps I can host an in person debate about this issue,
maybe even other topics.
I think I'd like that.
Hmmm....
Word.
but sometimes it's hard to talk about something without doing so.
So...
let's just say I was at a gathering of mostly black people.
Everyone in the place is either a leader in their own right or a freshman.
I walk through the door and what do I spot not even 5 steps away from the door...
...but fuckin fried chicken.
Fried chicken and a few drinks.
Thank the Lord there wasn't any grape soda..
only orange for my man Kel.
A nigga such as myself just had to shake his head in shame.
It wasn't even in a bucket.
Naw, b.
It was in one of them white styrofoam containers inside a brown paper bag.
Worst of all,
white people came through too.
I was ashamed as shit.
I mean,
yeah I ate some chicken with duck sauce and hot sauce...
but I was still feelin ashamed.
The white kids ate it too,
but I know they was like, "....niggas" in their heads.
But come on, everyone loves fried chicken, right?
Now my good friends [and associates],
why is it that I felt so ashamed of having fried chicken at this gathering of black people?
Have I been conditioned to feel so?
Perhaps yes.
Anytime I see watermelon or fried chicken or rims or anything a black person may want stereotypically, I try to distance myself from.
In all honesty,
I don't really eat fried shit anymore.
My mom stopped frying food around the time I started high school.
But why must I feel ashamed?
Why should we let stereotypes control our lives,
stop us from doing certain things?
We enjoy the things we enjoy.
Simple as that.
I'll still laugh anytime I see a Jamician with a beef patty and pineapple soda,
but I won't critisize them for it...
cause shit...
I love them shits too.
As always,
I open this up to discussion.
Perhaps I can host an in person debate about this issue,
maybe even other topics.
I think I'd like that.
Hmmm....
Word.
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