Dear Kamala Harris:
The man asked you how you plan to bring down prices.
Don’t nobody give a fuck about how your mother raised you and your sister.
Don’t nobody give a fuck about the hood you grew up in.
Don’t nobody give a fuck about how hard your mom worked to buy a house.
Don’t nobody give a fuck about how you grew up middle-class.
And don’t nobody give a fuck about how you grew up around construction workers, nurses and teachers.
Nunna that bullshit mean nothing to the people in my food lines.
The man asked you HOW THE FUCK you plan to help struggling Americans.
Your fake ass couldn’t even answer that simple question.
Girl, aint no way you presidential material.
You need to take your husband’s money and open a strip club and go back to hooking and working the pole.
And I hear AOC might be available to bartend for your dumb ass too.