The text message compared me to another. She asked do you still eat pork? She was sifting my blackness through a channel against his blackness and screamed Black Lives Matter cause she didn’t want to mutter the common place slurs under her breath anymore. I won’t compare, just observe and I can tell you more about coming back into myself than about my own blackness. We went to the same schools but my skin wasn’t currency in those days. We were…