Fuck white men. When I wake up in the morning, those are the first words out of my mouth. It’s like a prayer to me. A prayer to who? Doesn’t matter. Obama, Black Panther, the bull who fucks my wife. They are beautiful black men. They are basically my gods. So its to them. To let them know I stand with them. I stand against racism. Throughout the day I utter the words again. “Fuck white men.” It turns me on thinking about my gods one day hearing me. I say it when my soy latte burns my tongue, even though the disgusting white man told me it should be okay to drink now. He was wrong. I have a sensitive mouth and that fucking white piece of trash should have assumed that. So I say the words. My incantation. “Fuck white men.” They’re delicious. Just like my soy. Sometimes Jamal, my black bull, reminds me that I myself am a white man. I place my finger gently over his mouth to hush him. I am not like the others. Because I recognize the racism. I am special. Jamal nods in understanding, and gives me my glass of soy milk from beside the bed, where my wife lies while Jamal fucks her. But honestly, Sometimes I worry. I worry my wife may think I’m like the others. So I say to her, every day before she leaves, “I’m a disgrace. I am white garbage.” She says I will get to touch her body again soon. It’s been four months, but I don’t complain. I never will. She is a perfect woman in every way, and knows best. Fucking white men don’t get her. They’re cruel to her. They call her names on her blog, “fuckwhitementheyareracist.org”. They don’t deserve her. Jamal is bringing a new friend tonight. He says his friend is the biggest white man hater in the world. I’m so excited to meet this bastion of hope against the racist white man. Maybe he’ll fuck me.. I can only hope.

Fuck white men.