Black Excellence Month is about Black Abundance; Black Bodies; Black Joy; Black Passions.
Black Growth, Black Rest And Black Pleasure counteract Black Death as resistance.
Black Excellence is about the blues, the soul, the rhythms and bass.
Black Excellence is about the soul foods and medicines we conjure with our hands, histories, plants and pain.
Black “Them”-story includes all of us, ALL of our black siblings, our stories, our laughs, our joys. It centers our blackness as our default – it centers
our ancestors as human heroes and, our stories and solutions as real knowledge.
Black abundance elevates the status of our matriarchs who bring home the bacon, have the highest college attainment and lead the country in entrepreneurship. Black love and protection preserves the humanities of all our siblings and liberators.
It highlights the names of people like Miss Marsha P Johnson, Jean Jacques Dessalines, Maryse Conde and more.
Our blackness is a benefit but not a commodity. Our blackness is our boldness.
Our black bodies are holy divine bodies, formed from the (brown) Earth and flowing abundantly with Nephesh.
Our bodies. Our blackness. Our culture.
Our blackness is in our story tellers.
Our ancestors tapped their feet on 2 and 4 so they live in our music.
Our black ancestors were not erased, they are within all of us, around us, between us. They are the force that binds us
Our excellence is beyond degrees, beyond white acceptance, beyond mainstream understandings. We transcend laws and white realities.
We are not anomalies.
We are not receptacles for white pain.
Our blackness doesn’t set the rules, it influences the vibe. Our blackness isn’t bossy, it descends from civil and militant leadership. Our blackness isn’t extra curricular, it’s core content.
Our light does not come from looking into the white gaze. Our peace is within us.
Our blackness is our super power and your bullets are no kryptonite.
Our drums are our mediums. Our pain holds a message. Our culture advances our history.
When we twerk, we mix the holy and profane in God’s BLACK Name. And we shout Amen, Amen until finally we say A(wo)men – acknowledging our differences, our power and our personhood.
We are whole. We are holy y’all.
We ain’t meager.
We are black abundance.
Happy. Black. Excellence. Celebration.