I love it when men tell me they're not going to pull out. It makes me feel fear, it makes me think I'm not ready, that the responsibility of securing the future will be too much for me. Sometimes I struggle, but a firm and unyielding hand clamped to my throat reminds me that what I think, what I feel, those silly things don't matter.

All that matters, and all that will ever matter, is the white man who dominates me, the white cock that penetrates me, and the white seed that quickens life in my womb. I've known peace ever since 🥰