The Black Flamingo

by Dean Atta

You are a full human being. It’s never as simple as being half and half.

Always in all ways.

“No,” she says. “I don’t fancy black boys.” It’s another one of those things she says that I don’t know how to respond to. If we weren’t friends I’d think she was racist.

Oh sweet child...

I imagine us in Eden— two black boys in Paradise, naked, no fig leaves. Adam and Eve are long gone, so Kieran and Michael inherit the garden and the serpent is forgotten and the fruit on the tree of knowledge has gone rotten.

Perfect.

They interrupt our joy. Our history. Our progress. They know they can’t stop us unless they kill us but they can’t kill us all, so you’re living your life and suddenly interrupted by white fear or suspicion. They fear sharing anything. Our success is a threat.”

Disgusting while true

I never questioned it until he said, “Some men have vaginas.” I understood it to be true but it left me feeling nothing more than a tool, who knew nothing about being a man outside his own body.

Which is why trans folk scare the normies

I can’t be your friend without calling this out. Your ignorance may be innocent but the racism is real. I want both of you to think about how what you said might make me feel.”

It's profoundly ignorant & hurtful

I gather my hair from the floor and hold up this fistful of me that I don’t want anymore.

Excellent