"Racism isn’t born, folks. It’s taught. I have a 2-year-old son. Know what he hates? Naps. End of list."
He was so silly and full of kisses this
morning. He was so full of smiles and jokes. He flashed the same smile he did months ago. And I lied there arms wrapped around each other, wondering where it was this all had gone.
I do not spew profanities. I enunciate them clearly, like a fucking lady.