One day my cousin and I were arguing about something. We’re both quick to read each other yet, with me naturally being an angel, am the one who is less likely to start any argument. This particular day his one liners stung more than other days.
He looked at me and said, “I’m not about to argue with anyone who looks like a Black art major at a PWI.”

If you know anything about college Rashad you would know I was a mess. This man knew how that would both make me laugh hysterically and want to slash his car tires.

It was such subtle yet direct shade. This is why I both love and hate family.