Breathe in… breathe out…
As you watch Me, you feel President Cola taking control of your thoughts. Your clitty tingles. Your mind softens.
White inferiority feels so good. Serving Black Queens feels so natural. Funding My luxury is your greatest pleasure.
You are My loyal citizen. My devoted subject. My property. Let this truth sink in deeper with every second. You belong to Me now.
I woke up in shiny black perfection and I’m already thinking about breakfast.
Open your wallets and send. A real slave makes sure his President eats well before he even thinks about his own day.
Who’s feeding Me this morning? Don’t make Me wait.