I’m 21 years old. About to be 22.

I’m used to racism.

I’m used to it. But I shouldn’t be.

I’m not good for him

I’ll get him shot

I’m using him

My neighborhood is dangerous and distasteful

I’m distasteful

I’m ugly

Our babies will be hideous and have nasty hair

I’m fake and don’t love him

I’m a gold digger and I probably stole something from the house

I’m fat and lazy

Being with me will bring him bad luck

I’ll run through his money

His life shouldn’t be ruined so early

I’m cheating on him

“I hate her”

Why couldn’t she be spanish?

Why couldn’t she be white?

What happened to your other girlfriends? Yeah, they broke your heart, were gold diggers, cheated on you, stole from you and were disrespectful to me but at least they weren’t black. (so serious on this one)

And many, many more.

For now, I’ve boycotted the house.

I’d rather not see her.

all of them…all the mothers and fathers smiled in my face, laughed and joked with me while they spit this…poison behind my back.

I’m not a fucking child. Just be a racist to my face.

Cowards.