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BLACK PAIN

Today I was driving to the playground with my two nephews in the back seat and the minute I saw a police officer get behind me, my soul literally left my body. I slowed down and kept looking in my rear view mirror at the cop. Once he sped past me, I felt at ease but still scared. Later today I came home with that experience still in mind and sat at the edge of my bed and just cried. I cried because in 5 months I’ll be bringing a black child into this world & I can’t stop thinking about all the problems they will encounter bc of their skin color. I know as a child I used to hate my dark skin and hair. I went through a huge identity crisis and it took years for me to love being black and I never want my child to experience anything like that. Being black in this country you will experience something. I cried bc no matter how much love I give them, this world will tell them their ugly and less than. No matter how much I value them, this world will tell them other wise. I cried for the black mothers who have lost their children to modern day lynchings; becoming a mother is so exciting yet Scary bc I’m not ready to even have that conversation with them. I cried for the little black girls and black boys of this country. I cried bc black life is so fragile. It’s 2016 were literally at an all time high of racial tension, this years election puts me even more on edge, & I’m brining a child into that. It’s hurts so bad to see my brothers and sisters in pain, to see all the racism, the videos every day on my timeline of racial abuse. IT HURTS. And all I can do is cry for my unborn child.

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Puerto Rican Mother Disgusted That People Are Calling Her Haitian Baby Black ½

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Please allow me to tell you about this ass right here. This perfectly molded, God given, juicy, voluptuous, curvaceous goddess… I know this woman personally. Let’s just call her “The Bawse”. The first time we ever met changed my outlook on women my age as a whole. We met through a mutual friend. On the day we met we were sitting in the car at this mutual friends house, she got in the car behind me and we were introduced… After moments of petty conversation and awkward sexual jokes the mutual friend promoted that I was “beyond a nympho” jokingly but very serious… She laughed and wrapped her arms around my neck from behind…. For the life of me I cannot remember what she whispered in my ear but God knows I have never had an erection as strong as The Bawse gave me. Since that day, I’ve expressed to her how bad I want to taste her juices, feel her body, take my time and give her body the treatment I know it deserves… As I said earlier we are in the same circle of acquaintances so eventually she received word of my somewhat promiscuous past so she strayed away, not knowing in some I’m more talk than action. I always think of this woman. I love the thought of this woman. She knows but she doesn’t know the extent of my passion. I’ve had sex with girls imagining her face on their body. I want nothing more than to make her shiver. I want her to make me her personal whatever. If I had this woman I would never leave, cheat or even look in another’s direction. This woman is of Haitian decent… Voodoo me baby. I want you. Still. Your mind is beautiful. I want to learn you. Please present me with this chance. miyokitty