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People are full of sh!t

It's funny how people who are the standard don't speak out against things like colorism and body shaming until it has a negative impact on them. How many of our lighter skinned brothers and sisters used to (and still do when they think no one is watching) laugh at jokes when they were aimed at darker skinned people? How many skinny and/or in shape women laugh at jokes when bigger women are the target?

But as soon as a darker skinned person brings up colorism, it's "oh in school people called me red bone or yellow." Or as soon as a plus size women brings up her being body shamed and how women our size are not the standard of beauty, skinnier and/or in shape women want to discuss how someone called them small or skinny or bean pole even. Now you want to discuss body shaming, sis?

This is why I think so many people are full of sh!t. If you are standard and have laughed at those of us who the world doesn't see as conventionally beautiful because of our shape, siz…

No, Not All Men...

I remember being fourteen, walking to the store for my mother. Dope boys were hanging out. I used to be scared passing by them. It never failed... every single time I walked by, or any other young girl for that matter, they'd try their best to convince one of us to "cut summin." If you're from the A, then you know "cut summin" is short for "let a n*gga f*ck or summin."

Every last one of them knew I was underage and that didn't deter those overgrown ninjas from trying me. There was one, his name was Sean, who asked me my age. I told him. I remember he looked at one of his friends, the one who was adamant about trying to get me to talk to him and said, "N*gga, she fourteen. That's statch."
At the time, I didn't know "statch" was street slang for statutory rape. But I do remember the rest of them laughing and saying, "it ain't if she's down for it" or "not if I don't get caught." Sean tu…