Note to Myself Six Months Ago, Or, Queer Brown Love Is a Magic Rainbow Fuck Unicorn Worth Waiting For
One day real soon, babygirl, you’re going to have a brown femme lover who, when they take you home to their dead grandma’s house they have the key to in Elmhurst, Queens on your third date, you’re gonna notice they have coconut, argan, castor oil and shea butter on the dresser.
Plus a big thing of Mixed Chicks leave-in conditioner.
The sixty-four ounce the beauty supply special.
They’re going to be like, baby, do you want me to rub coconut oil on your ass?
You’re gonna think back to your last white ex who used to always be like, god, your hair’s so craaaaazy in the morning!
You’re gonna think, that will never happen again.
You’re gonna think, this is justice.
You’re gonna say, yes, baby oh yes.