I don’t know why people think I want their useless fucking pity.

YES I’M POOR>

YES I’M FAT>

YES I’M BLACK>

YES I’M QUEER>

They ask to hear my reality. And when I try to assert my reality, they treat me like I’m some kind of fluffy, powerless, stupid victim.

When I keep my truth to myself because I know they will victimize me, they crucify me because I am silent and say its my fault for not speaking up.

When I speak my truth, they turn the deaf ear this way or try to plaster me on the front of some kind of non-profit bullshittery ad.

Keep your pity. Keep you guilt. Kiss my fat, Black ass, you dumb bitches.

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