I forget plots, remember vibes, and rate accordingly.
I’m a Black man wearing the Stars and Stripes. What don’t I understand? Every time I pick this thing up, I know there are millions of people out there who are gonna hate me for it. Even now, here, I feel it. The stares, the judgment. And there’s nothing I can do to change it. Yet, I’m still here. No super-soldier serum, no blonde hair, or blue eyes. The only power I have is that I believe we can do better.
Marvel cooked on this one!
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