i’m so tired of entertainment centering black death
i am tired of the movies of black folk killing each other
normalised white violence
i am tired of the angry black womxn trope that as metamorphisized into the woke queen cliche
– still angry (justifiably so),
yet still caricature
now attuned to profit from our awakening minds.
the woke queen is still mammy too
she is saving whites
saving violent black men
teaching love, to people resolved to destroy her
i am tired of the contorted expressions on our dying black bodies
i want stories of black folk
sitting on porches
talking all sorts of foolishness,
perhaps sharing a meal,
licking soft serves ,
i want to see black people throw
their heads back in laughter and
grow faint with intoxication from black joy
i want black fairies,
through fields of flowers
their thick bodies swaying like
i want to see black femmes, love and be loved
and luxuriate in their iridescent beauty
i want ethereal,
and magic filled depictions.
we are more than decay
i am tired of seeing dead black bodies.
can we punctuate our social death
with moments of black effervescence?
*The photography featured in the body of this blog is by Adrian McDonald.
*Featured Image by Asiko