One of the things I love about being black is my ability to provoke fear.
Yes, people are racist. Yes, people think they’re better than me. Yes, people treat me like garbage. Yes, people underestimate me.
But no matter what, when people see an angry black person, a black person dressed a certain way, a black person at a certain place or time of day, or a group of black people, they get scared.
There is something terrifying about blackness, and I love it. Because when you are scared of me, the tables turn in your mind. I’m in control, not you. I have the power, not you.
If I scare you, I control you. In your moment of fear, I own you.