Hold up. Let me say that again. I'll wait. Y'all go grab y'alls paper an' pen.
When these Stater journos look at me, they don't juss see a Black boy. Nah, they also see a bio-electric, battery-operated toy, part of a Stanford Sutton Industries ploy to bring fat cat football alums joy.
(Wit money. Anpil, anpil lajan.)
An' that pisses them off. So they gon' keep rushin' off an' bustin' off these queries at a machine-gun pace in my face while smirkin' at my Haitian Creole vocabulary, pretendin' they can only understand me, barely, 'cause my accent is too thick an' scary.
Pakont—but on the flip side—them Chicago reporters gon' give me the benefit of the doubt (that's right) when they write they stories witout bias tonight. They embrace a sovereign state that thrives on a black market sparked by innovation an' encouraged by a Haitian who planned a nation for secession from a State of Imperfection, then made Chicago the greatest an' said to hell wit those Stater racists.
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