Don't care anymore

I'm not going to make this a long post, because it will only be a verbatim topic. So I've come to this conclusion.

This is a response to all of the disgusting hate from people about us that I read on the web recently:

If you hate black women. Fine. If you're disgusted by us...who cares? Don't spread your filthy hate so others can catch it out of your own satisfaction. Live your life and continue to passionately hate. Your inner turmoil is no longer my issue. I can't speak for other black women, but I already know who I am as a person. I know my strengths and weaknesses, my personality flaws and assets. I have a beautiful mind and beautiful body to match. God made me and what God created was a masterpiece because I'm unique. I don't need your confirmation because you don't own a heaven or a hell to put me in. You don't do anything for me. So, to black men who marry white women to spite us--Go ahead. To white men and women and those of other "races" who think we're mindless coons and apes. Fine. Continue to think that way. As long as you don't deter me from living my life to the fullest and accomplishing my own goals, I don't care what you think about me. Take it to your grave. I work hard and earn what I get, I'm responsible, independent, beautiful, strong, loving, tenacious, and an intelligent woman in which I am majority African descent. I am not ashamed of myself because my skin is dark, my lips are bigger, and my hair is kinkier. And my life proves it. I don't care how many times you try to throw the "you're inferior" line in my face even  if it's subliminal. I wont believe it. I simply do not care about what you say anymore. Do what you want to do and say what you want to say--just don't bother me. I'm stronger than the venom that you lash.  And you know what? Your hate is only going to make me want to love harder and throw away more garbage from my soul--because if I don't, I'll become just like you. Prejudice. I already know that I'm on this earth for a purpose, big or small. If not,  I wouldn't be existing. I'm not living for you, you are not my master or the God over my life. So continue to bash us, hate us, despise us, curse us, and disrespect us. Do it all until your heart is content. I know that I'm a queen, and it's going to take a hell of a lot more than words to dethrone me.

Jacqueline