“It’s just that you were behaving like a child and it was just so silly. We couldn’t help it.”
Author: sherlonya
In an open letter to the woman behind me in the Starbucks line,
“Why are you so close?”
Knoxville, Tennessee (1919)
Years following the Civil War that Knoxville, Tennessee had been able to boast about harmonious racial relations before the riot of 1919. People to know. Bertie Lindsey- A white woman, 27 years old, who was murdered around 2:30 AM the morning of August 30, 1919. Maurice Mays – Proprietor of Stroller’s Cafe, well-known black community […]
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“Dude! Sir. Whatever. A rape joke? Seriously?”
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“Thank you for pulling away graciously and immediately after I told you no. I appreciate that. However, I could have done without your assurance that you’re ‘not a pervert or anything.’”
In an open letter to Zyrtec,
“I love you. I love you. I love you. Thanks to you, I can smell spring and summer. Flowers! Fragrance!! Also, thanks to you, I can sleep through the night without scratching mosquito bites until I bleed.”
In an open letter to the woman with the exposed belly,
“Your tummy looks like a ham hock.”
In an open letter to Bernie Sanders,
“I am going to valiantly fight the urge to have a crush on you.”
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“Peeking in your cart brought joy to my heart.”
In an open letter to Shabba Ranks,
“I could have gone the rest of my life without knowing your birth name. I should have gone the rest of my life without knowing your birth name.”