My black is not a toy.
It’s not something that you can pretend to be or use and discard when it’s convenient.
My black is real. I wake up black every morning and it stays with me when I sleep.
You can’t take my black and kill it, chastise it or try to mimic it’s beauty.
My black is who I am. It’s my life – not yours to do with as you please.
Stop trying to blame my black, attack my black and take my black for granted.
I am black. I live my black. I love my black.
My black is not a toy.
