I’m scrolling IG and a young sister posts a long ass RIP to some mook batty boy fashion model that died in Manhattan this week. She goes on and on about how much of a motivational figure it was and how it made her want to be in “the movement” and how she’ll do everything to keep its name alive.
and I grow frustrated
thinking why can’t you feel that way about Black liberation. This nikka meant nothing to nobody and ain’t wanna do nothin but have sex with white men.
Gotta figure out how to to reach our young the way they do.
”look around you!” just ain’t enough