Dear Ex-Best Friends,

I did everything for you,

followed you like a puppy punished with a rolled up newspaper,

only for you to treat me like the outcast.

The forgotten one.

You made jokes about my race, and thought it okay but let's face it,

you were racist.

But of course I looked past it, something so drastic and contitnued being you're servant.

Maybe that's why I'm broken, maybe that's why I can't heal.

Asking if my dad left yet and handing out N-Word passes was not a joke.

My race, the blood shed at the hands of your ancestors

the derogatory term used for my people,

your willingnesss to turn your back and cover your ears like a child throwing a tantrum

at the mention of Black Lives Matter

at the mention of The Hate U Give

at the mention of Cops Rapidly Killing Off Young Balck Men

but I was meant to help you?

Breanna, you once told me that we could no longer be friends becasue I was so willing to advocate for my people

Your exact words were

"Do you support Black Lives Matter?"

A willing nod.

"Then we can no longer be friends."

But no, Breannna. We can no longer be friends

because you played me.