you’re not black.

Yes, your skin is remotely dark. The clothing you wear is baggy, the shoes at home on the concrete walkways of the world. Your hat is tipped backwards at an absurd angle, the sweatshirt is loose enough. You talk black, you dress black, but give the fuck up. It’s 33°C outside and you’re wearing sweatpants and a fucking hoodie, “hangin’ wit’ yo homies” and talking shit through your worthless mouth.

Grow up, tool.