My Experience With Internalized Anti-blackness

In every Black person there is the potential to be a very cancerous cloud welling up in there chest.

I feel it in my chest to. Sometimes it climbs up my throat and into the back of my mind, and grips my brain. It forces me to doubt myself; to look at my current failures and equate them to my very identity, an identity I did not have control over in the first place. It meddles with my judgment, consequentially lowering my performance in almost anything I do. It operates like a cloud that’s been hovering over my head since birth but its vice is rooted within my psyche like a virus.

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Black People And Volume

Up the amplitude to show an attitude

My boys got dank
But it all starts off with a noise complaint
Break it up, cut the grass, while I’m vibin’ in the cypher
Phony puff, puff laugh
And I might add
From the blaze to the stage, Girls on my ass
Enter carefully because the floor is feeling like a trampoline
The ceiling broke up under us, because of us..
Cover us

And then the cops came

And shut shit down

And then the cops came. That was a small excerpt from a song called “Cop Scame” made by a  hip hop group called Phony Ppl, which is comprised of several Black men.

In this section the artist explains how a noise complaint turns into a situation with the cops. Now that’s what college kids do right? They throw a house party and then the old crotchety neighbor next door (or under them in this case) calls the cops on them.

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Being a Black Immigrant Organizer

Can unification and segregation exist at the same time? Would it make sense?


For a few years now, I have been very active in the immigrant activist movement.

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Bryson Tiller – True to Self ALBUM REVIEW

Buh-rie-son Killer is an R&B artist, an alternative one that makes music.

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Just one more responsibility

I’m writing this at 4:33 AM in the morning because I need to. It is pitch black in my room, it is a bit cold this spring due to global warming, and I am not tired at all. However, I did wake up at 1:00 PM in the afternoon today. I have class in the morning but I know I will have a bunch to do after class and I will never get to this so…let me introduce myself.

The name’s Dale.  It’s a simple name but incredibly drab, and I wish it didn’t sound like the name of a white low wage  office worker, or like a chipmunk.

Looking past that, I like talking about the zeitgeist, what’s happening in my contained world, and the Black experience. I like expressing my opinions on these. This blog will basically function as a peephole into my mind’s inner-city sidewalk. I don’t claim to know much, but if you can get past how deadpan my humor can be sometimes I hope I can somehow entertain you with relatable pieces  about social justice, anxiety, and Nicki Minaj’s butt.

Now that you know I have anxiety, we are friends now.