A Love Note to Us

This is inspired by the joys within blackness and the synergy of Juneteenth. Today we celebrate everything we are... and we are... THE CULTURE!

Photos Courtesy of the Black Side of Pinterest :-)

A Love Note to Us

TO MY PEOPLE

Our rhythm is not just movement, it’s memory
Passed from drum to hand, from heartbeat to street beat

We are the ones who turned survival into style,
Who transitioned resistance, now ornaments of gold on our fingers
Intertwined with stories and statements in the fabrics we rock…

We are the spark

In our words, in our walk, in our black-soaked joy
Our language is layered: ancestral, urban, divine, and fluid.

We bless the block with color and conviction

Because, “we cool like that”

They can’t replicate, only hate, gawking cause they can’t get in the club
Tapping on the glass hopping that it breaks…

…and even when it do, we build again…

…and again…

…and again…

What we celebrate today goes beyond freedom papers
It’s about the flavor that came before, during, and after
It’s about us being a culture with endless replay value
It’s about our black stories, lineage, education, and existence BEING the revolution they didn’t want televised

Black joy as inheritance.
Black education as a weapon.
Black love as rebellion.
Black creativity as scripture.
Black slang as poetry.
Black laughter as medicine.
Black grief as sacred.
Black rage as righteous.
Black stories as gospel.
Black presence as proof.
Black culture as currency.
Black being as birthright.
Black art as divination.
Black resistance as tradition.

Black healing as generational repair.

Let the record show,
We’ve always made a way.
From whispers turned anthems,
and porches where hustle and gospel intertwined
From chairs that held our crowns,
and hands that always knew our worth…

We didn’t just show up,
we shaped an entire universe

We been it

Even when they tried to make us forget
Tried to gaslight it,
repackage it into too loud, too bold, too much, too ghetto

We stayed.
We became.
We rose.

So, today
we honor, we remember, we celebrate,
and we live like the legacy we carry

BECAUSE

WE ARE

THE

SHIT!

Photo Courtesy of the Black Side of Pinterest :-)

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