“That’s a bad idea.” Happy’s gruff voice sounded near Kozik’s ear as he climbed onto his own motorcycle besides his friends. Kozik pulled his gaze away from where you were climbing back into your cruiser.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He brushed off, watching as you drove away out of the corner of his eye. Happy rolled his eyes, revving his bike’s engine to life before sliding his sunglasses onto his face.
“Just don’t do anything stupid. She’s a cop.” Before Kozik could come up with a rebuttal Happy pulled away from the curb and sped off.
White privilege means you get to shoot 9 black people to “unleash a racewar”, still don’t get shot by the police, in fact they will buy you a burger, get a fair trial, and if you get the death penalty there will still be more white liberals whining about it than when cops arbitrarily execute black people in the streets because their tail lights don’t work
The truth is, I’m a superwoman, and some days I’m an angry woman, and some days I’m a crazy woman for still waiting, for still loving harder even if I’m aching, for still trusting that I’m still worth the most, for still searching, for someone to understand me better