This Ain’t for the Real Ones — It’s for the Rest of Y’all

You showed up with your Instagram squares.
You showed up when it was trendy.
You showed up with your hashtags and your crocodile tears.

Where are you now?

When King George Floyd was murdered—when his very breath was stolen for the world to see—you stood beside us. When Queen Breonna Taylor was executed in her sleep and Sandra Bland “mysteriously” died in police custody after a routine stop, you said their names too.

And then?
Crickets.

You disappeared as quickly as you came, but we knew you would.
You patted yourselves on the back and went right back to the comfort of your mediocrity.

This post isn’t for the real ones.
Not for the people who’ve always stood with the culture. Who’ve challenged their families at dinner tables, fought for our humanity when no one was watching, and continued the work when the cameras stopped rolling. We see you, and we thank you.

This? This is for the clowns.
The fake-ass “allies.”
The ones who posted for clout and then ghosted when it got inconvenient.
The ones who love our music, slang, and drip but vanish when it's time to actually show up.
The ones who whisper, “I’m with you,” but can’t even raise their voice when it counts.

Let’s be real: if you call yourself an “ally,” I already don’t trust you.

Because an ally doesn’t need a title. They take action.
They challenge the status quo. They burn down systems that were built to keep people like me caged, quiet, and crushed.

You wanna rock with us? Break your basic, barely-there mindset. Unlearn your watered-down beliefs. Stop centering yourself in a movement that was never about you to begin with.

You think you’re helping? Not if you’re still letting Black death be your entry point to humanity.
You think this is just about America? Baby, the whole world has a problem.
European colonization has dragged African descendants through hell, globally. For our skin. Our rhythm. Our brilliance. Our power. Jealousy and fear turned into chains, bullets, prisons, and systems.

You want allyship? Then act like it.
Protect us.
Amplify us.
Deconstruct the shit you benefit from.
And for the love of everything sacred—stop teaching your kids that slavery was a picnic.
Stop lying to yourselves. Go read a damn book. And not the ones from your school library that say slaves were “happy.”
If you actually believe that... you might be one of the worst kinds of people walking this earth.

You want a better world? Start acting like it.
Or get out of our way.

Because Black people are exhausted.
We’ve carried the weight of your silence, your cowardice, and your willful ignorance for centuries.

We’re not asking. We’re done waiting.
And if you're not truly with us—step the hell aside.