I'm sobering up and took a hot shower, but I've been throwing up since 7am, I'm very hungover.
I was so drunk and enraged last night, it's probably why I wasn't able to formulate complete or coherent sentences. However I still feel that way, I didn't mean that whites decide who I am going to be literally, but they are the majority and there's no denying they control the media. They also control the general perception of the American dream and perception of "perfection". Any race that comes to the United States, wants to look, talk and act "white" and part of that means not associating with blacks on an intimate level of communication. Which is why my wife and every other white person I've encountered doesn't know how to interact with us. Our "pain and cries for help" are entertainment. The fact that we try to be anything else other than what represents that gets met with confusion and apprehension. It's actually a form of mass hysteria and mental illness afflicted upon non-blacks.
Some blacks are just not strong enough to see that the only way we can change anything is through racial solidarity and not cultural appropriation. And for that reason I feel "trapped" and being black hurts, it hurts because I know what we can be, what we should be but sadly what we may never be.