Understand that you do not get the next Maya or Amanda by silencing Black girls. You do not get the next Maya or Amanda or even Hannah by putting Black girls in a cage. There is something inside of Black girls that will always long to sing no matter how many cages you attempt to put them in. Try as you might, you cannot beat that song out of Black girls.
The way she knows to slide two fingers in your pussy and not just one, I taught her that The way she seems to instinctively know to suck your clit up and down until you cum in her mouth, I taught her that The way she lightly grazes […]
The way he runs his tongue over your clit, I taught him that The way he slides his tongue in and out of your pussy, I taught him that The way he kisses your neck as he slides his 12 inches inside of you, I taught him that […]
I saw teardrops and trust funds White men in suits that could fund dreams That Maria and Maybel have long suppressed Because they learned early in life That dreams don’t pay bills or put food on the table Rotund bellies Swollen from years of aged bourbon and cold […]
I can still remember how I felt when I first saw her on TV. She looked regal, she stood tall and strong, in a floor-length black coat. Her name was Maya Angelou a name that I will never forget. She stood at the podium of the inauguration of […]
The song Formation opens up with the late Messy Mya asking, “What happened at the New Wil’ins?” As the beat comes in, it is gripping as Big Freedia declares, “Bitch, I’m back by popular demand,” and the images cut to Beyoncé on top of a submerged New Orleans […]
