The Human Experience Is a Lie (And I'm Done Pretending It’s Not): A Rant

To Be Black Is to Bleed in Public and Still Be Called Aggressive

Not Everyone Deserves Our Forgiveness.

Let’s start with the truth:
Race is a goddamn lie.
A social invention. A centuries-old marketing scheme to categorize humans, assign value, and manufacture superiority. A fabricated caste system carved into the bones of this world, upheld by greed, arrogance fragile ego (the ‘white’ ego). Read a fucking book if you think I’m lying.

And yet, here we are — living in a world where to be Black is to be universally hated.
Not just by systems.
Not just by media.
Not just by the so-called “elite.”
But by your own “kind.” Your people. The ones who should love you first.
What a mindfuck.

How did Black skin — the literal spectrum of human origin — become something to fear, shame, erase, exoticize, murder, and exploit?
That’s rhetorical. We know the answer.
Colonialism. Whiteness. The global obsession with domination disguised as civilization.
To wear this skin is to be born into war — spiritual, emotional, economic, and environmental.

This world?
This ain’t life. This is hell.

We were meant to be in awe.
To walk barefoot in wonder.
To feel joy more than pain.
To be nourished by the Earth, not poisoned by it.
Instead, we’ve inherited a nightmare — a simulation run by cowards who only know power through control, not connection.

And make no mistake — if your skin ain’t white,
your odds of fairness shrink in every room you walk into.
Jobs. Hospitals. Schools. Airports. Credit checks. Courtrooms.
Even your own damn family gatherings.
White is the default. The standard. The lie.
Meanwhile, Black and Brown folks are put on trial just for existing.

And what makes it even more infuriating?
We let them destroy us.
We let filth infiltrate our communities. We let mediocrity run the show.
We allowed the descendants of cave dwellers and colonizers — with no rhythm, no reverence, no real culture — to ruin everything sacred.
We forgave them. We loved them. We tolerated them.
And that pisses me the fuck off.

Ball up the Earth and throw it away.
We’ve been duped.
All of us.
But Black and Brown folks got the shortest end of a rigged-ass stick.

And don’t even get me started on Black women.
The forgotten ones. The backbone. The mule. The muse. The magic.
No one likes us.
Not really.
Not globally.
Not systemically.
Not in dating apps.
Not in boardrooms.
Not in maternity wards.
Not even in our own families sometimes.
We are desired, fetishized, used — but rarely protected.
We are the most disrespected, unappreciated, and exploited beings on this planet.

Don’t come at me with “not all men” or “some of us ride for y’all.”
We’re not talking about exceptions.
We’re talking about reality.

We are the majority of the world — in pigment, in people, in power.
Yet we are treated like the global minority. Why?
Because they rewrote the narrative.
Because they taught you to fear your own reflection.
Because they said “white is right” and poisoned every system with that lie.

And let’s be real:
If it’s white, it’s probably processed, bleached, synthetic, and void of life.
Sugar. Flour. Bread.
White supremacy is no different.
An empty thing that destroys everything it touches — land, water, spirit, body, legacy.

White people, listen up.
You were bred into this — but you don’t have to stay in it.
Your ancestors built this hell, and if you don’t actively dismantle it, you’re choosing to inherit it.
You walk this Earth with impunity — unbothered, unchecked, unconscious — while scorching it behind you.

To be white is to tell Black folks to “get over it.”
To be white is to rewrite history and call it education.
To be white is to vote for genocide and sleep just fine at night.
To be white is to benefit from a system that was never meant for anyone else to survive.

And yet we — the ones who built this shit for free —
still manage to love.
Still manage to forgive.
Still manage to rise.
Still manage to bloom through ash.

But I’m tired.
Tired of blooming in trauma.
Tired of surviving while being studied like an artifact.
Tired of being the blueprint they steal from and erase at the same damn time.

You want a real revolution?
Start by listening to us. And then get the fuck out of the way.

Because we’re not asking anymore.
We’re done shrinking.
We’re done begging.
We’re done bleeding for your comfort.
To be Black is divine. Period.

CTA (Call to Action for Black & Brown readers):
This post ain’t for their comfort — it’s for our clarity.
If this made you feel seen, enraged, alive — you’re not crazy. You’re finally waking up.
Share this. Shout it. Rant it. Print it. Post it.
Then build something so bold, they can’t erase it.

Some folks bring smoke. We bring sage.
Get fed inside [The 83 Society].
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