Being Black Beyond Language
Black history month continues to feel more like a commodification of both time and blackness, all for the sake of performative visibility for black folks Existing in both African body and American imagination is exhausting to say the least. I walk into rooms with this skin attached to a crop top, and a masculinity that drags a history of objectification with it. Yet now, as we enter another black history month, I find myself yearning for an expansive imagination that gives humanity, possibility, and curiosity back to bodies such as my own; and with it, other marginalized humans who are still under the gaze of anglocentric imaginations.
