I love being Black, not for the world but for Black folks
I thought saying/showing I love being Black to the world was a defense against its anti-Black nature. However I’m come to understand that’s not when I do it.
I openly express I love being Black as an ongoing act of love and admiration to other Black people.
The reason is relatively simple, much like this blog, it didn’t stem from the fact I wish to inform everyone. I merely share thoughts and feelings other Black folks may have.
I agree with Kimberly Drew and Jenna Wortham said in their Black Futures book. “Blackness is infinite — a single book cannot attempt to contain the multitudes and multiverse.”
We exist, expand, and engage in Blackness every breath we take. Whether you, I or anyone maybe aware of or even thinking of really. This is the power of the diaspora we belong to.
Now, I understand completely when another Black person expresses or tells me that they aren’t defined by their Blackness.
They’re a person whom is Black, their life experiences are what they are — anti-blackness and intersectional harm aside. Many folks rightfully and logically think so. I get that, really I do.
