Refusal of box

I refused the box 📦 and remembered that shit.

I took notes.

Racism is a vile and wicked spirit… I can sense it, but I opt to study it and use light to smother
and words that
give it no quarter.

I learned how to convert that which was weaponized to destroy… into my fuel.

“… Stay in your place, inhabit the box, Black Boy, you are not supposed to be here …”

I refused to comply.

Part of their job.

“Someone will always endeavor to break your spirit and dim your light ✨️

Mine?

Was to persevere: To fill the cups of others with a reminder.

Black Boy… your skin ain’t no sin.

DEI… seems to make em’ cry because of the plank in their eye… Baby Bye!