Dear society … Society … Dear society … Dear society … This is a breakup. This is a breakup. Baby, we’re moving on. You’ve always been self-centered. You’re always telling us what to do. You’re kind of a dick. We’re over you. I’m done being “inspirational”. I’m done covering up. I’m done with you assuming I’m straight. I am done not being black enough. I’m done with people saying
they don’t like Mexicans, but they love tacos. Moving forward … I’m gonna manspread. I’m gonna grow out my stache. Which I’m presently working on. I’m gonna own my freckles. I’m gonna cry at a football game. I’m gonna uncheck all the boxes. Look. Society, it’s been a great run. But this is over. It’s not us. It’s not us. It’s not us. It’s not us. It’s you.