Yesterday, I go to my Facebook page and see this! An account warning.
Apparently, I rubbed someone the wrong way.
The violation was about a link I posted on a group page. The link contained a poem I wrote about a black guy following Trump. Speaking from the black Trump supporter’s point of view, the poem is littered with nasty slurs. If you want to read it, you can go here.
I didn’t fight the accusations.
If I violate again, I’ll be serving 24 hours of hard time in Facebook jail.
Yet, this time, I just got slapped on the hand.
Facebook does know I’m black, right? I’ve seen white people serve long sentences in Facebook jail. In real life, for the same crime, black folks usually receive harsher punishment than white people. I guess I won’t show some of my white friends this blog. They might start yelling reverse racism.
Oh, well, I can deal with probation.
I was in the wrong. The administrator of Orlando Poetry and I are cool now. I reached out to dude on Messenger and apologized. Then, I explained the poem.
Guess I gotta behave now. Or else I have to serve those long twenty-four hours.