Dear Black Queer Boy,
No matter how many times you dye your hair blonde, you roots will cry out and scream the truth. "Recognize your beauty, son of Ghana, Mali and Songhai! If you don't know your history how will you fly." How I longed for your friendship and fellowship, I thought we would be like two kindred spirits. I was wrong.
Your colonized mentality is keeping you captive, liberate yourself my brother. I pray that you will learn to appreciate the peoples whose blood, sweat and tears established the legacy you reject.
With Love,
A Big Brother
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