Whenever my professor asks a question that I'm overly prepared to answer, I love watching my classmates' eyes glaze over with that 'here goes the teacher's pet π' look.
I can't help it that I'm this gorgeous AND brilliant, love π€·π½ββοΈπ€π
Most couldn't survive being a Black woman in America. To watch your rights eroded by both your gender and your race. To be overqualified, surveilled, praised in word but privately disregarded in action. Yet, when it falls apart, they'll ask us to pick it up. And what if we donβt?