So many times I’m laughing, dancing with my BIPOC friends, in a restaurant, park, Airbnb, anywhere, and white people start complaining that we are too loud because we are laughing/dancing and they can’t handle the fact that despite all they’ve done to strip us of everything, we are embodying joy at a level they have never even been able to fathom, all blissfully without them.

It’s not the noise level you’re mad at, it’s our endless joy.