RIP Sydney Poitier

Not how anyone wanted to start 2022 off. The first black man to win an Oscar, the first to portray an interracial relationship on screen with Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner. A groundbreaking film since it was made before interracial marriages were legal in 1969. Black men are not a monolith, or the stereotypes you created and perpetuate with systemic racism. Thank you for being talented, handsome, stylish, and legendary. We will miss you. You elevated the culture, Wakanda Forever. What’s your favorite Sydney Poitier film? Via: Lexclusiv, Jeune Afrique & Brandi Buns


Stands for pretty ugly people, masquerading under glamours (but that’s a topic for another time) of beauty. This year I was racially trolled by MULTIPLE celebrities, celebrisites, and pseudo somebodies. The most abhorrent part is the facade of caring about the lives of colored people (or colored people aiding in the bullying) to cover your ass. I screamed on all occasions of these interactions, where I was minding my business and they came for me unsolicited. Just because you can’t be light doesn’t mean I deserve for you to smear your conditioned racism, blatant racism, insecurities, or whatever miserable things you feel on me. Then like right-winged black people, expect me to be your punching bag, suppressing the trauma you’ve tried to inflict, for the sake of your peace in some regard. How do you sleep with yourselves? This also goes for all the people who thought it was cute to show support for these said trash people, to what teach me you’re trash too? Do you really think you’re a model human being, when you switch gears because of who I’m connected to, or karma? Do you think lying is cute? Making stuff up about people with your one dimensional, do anything for a dollar selves? Do you like making fake accounts as grown people to demean people who call you what you are? To troll people who were fans for no reason? It would be a disservice to myself, my people, my ancestry to let you slide. And I won’t. You didn’t feel bad, neither do I. You get what you give. I told you guys who and what I was, but you made assumptions and dismissed me based on my gender and skin color. Still I’ve gone easy on a lot of you. Please never assume my life is as surface as yours. I have substance. God is good to those who are good.Via: It’s The Hive Style

RIP Chadwick Boseman

Processing the reality of this has been heartbreaking; I feel like a wrung out rag, filled with fluid, twisted to tatters and tears. What do you say about a man whose body ate him alive from the inside, who used what energy was left from fighting, to perform for the world as he died before our eyes quietly? He didn’t make it about himself, he made it about everyone else. Never seeking pity, his terminal illness went undisclosed, even when brightening the day of other cancer patients. Chadwick worked with the intention of pure, unfiltered love, to make us proud in the present and for the future. Pushing his diseased body to give representation true to black people beyond stereotypes and caricatures; the importance of a legacy. These bodies go, but the work from the soul is immortal if you do it right.

People always covet youth, which everyone gets unmerited, but we don’t all make it to gather years. Your youth in Da 5 Bloods is eerie and hurts. Thank you Chadwick for making us proud, for being a true hero on and off screen, for allowing us to witness your divinity. You are a king and an ancestor, you are love and loved, you are light to lift this darkness. You are free. Those who die feel serenity and it is us who live with the void left behind. We love you. Rest in peace king, Wakanda forever. How will you live your life differently by his example? I won’t take a moment for granted, for none are promised. Via: Rolling Stone & Time Magazine