Black Is...

Black is…life. 

Black is meaningful.

It is resilient. It is rich. It is love. It is home. It is beautifully resplendent in its glory and it is strong. It is important. It is human. It is living and breathing flesh and bone wrapped around heart and lungs. It is the brawn that built this country. It is the brilliance that has driven American innovation. It is dynamic, multi-faceted and nuanced in its genius. It is the creativity that’s given birth to some of the greatest art and music the world has ever borne witness to. It is proud.

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 It gets beaten and is pushed down by hate but it rises. It has survived the mass destruction that is white violence time and again and will continue to do so. It is worthy. It used to be sold at the highest price on the auction block but whether it be enslaved or emancipated, it will always be priceless. It is more than. There is nothing “minor” about it except the place your ingrained bias chooses to house it in your mind.

It is my sons. It is my mother and sister. It is my brother. It is me.

Our Black matters. Your negation of it doesn’t cancel out this truth. Our Black will always MATTER.