Again, us black women are descendants from clouds. Like… can we talk about it more? Ngewo’s soul is imbued within our ethereality.
How our baby hairs reside amongst the surface of our hairlines, outlining the cautious curls of cirrus. How the oppressive heat causes our slicked, ulotrichous buns to melt into undulatus asperatus clouds, ones that we cannot stand. Even some of our patterns resemble pannus with the way our seraphic ringlets of tousled curls drape and tumble down our scalp. Then our nubilous, gloss-imbued lips glint of noctilucence when the orphic maiden of the night accentuate the shine upon the billowy exterior. How our skin—
And our skin, oh our skin, something that is suffused with murky mysteries, charmed a plethora of cloud gazers; ones that gained the audacity to stare, point, giggle, and determine without an ounce of anthropologic consideration. And yet they’ll run when the hue of the clouds are darkened with what they deem as murder or violence. They’ll fear, they’ll flee, they’ll gossip and gulp, but they’ll never in their lives worship what the cumulonimbus clouds, or infamously known as “thunder clouds”.
Thunder clouds? How absurd… Please, respect our titles. It’s cumulonimbus. But it’s “too hard to remember”, right? Thunder clouds are more memorable for your kids, right? Allows them to acknowledge us as malicious, right?
It’s not our fault for having the ineffable passion of a supercell cloud. It’s not our fault for reacting volatilely after they, yes, they, clouded us with blatant illusions and ratchet assumptions. Yet we’re the villains for simply… being on defense? Befitting, it seems.
would you be comfortable with non-black readers reading your x black!reader writings ?
heyy. ultimately, you’ll read whatever you want regardless of the race that my readers are. i don’t mind non black readers reading my writings.
but.
i’ve read enough fics and books growing up where the reader had blue eyes and blonde straight hair and pale skin. opposite of me. im tired of it honestly.
while i do not mind if you read it, understand that i’m writing to build a sanctuary for my black ladies out there in the fandom world. our comfort place 🩷 !
One thing Black people always gon do is amp somebody up like never does Flo Rida have Flavor Flave on stage to go “ayeeeeeee” behind him im fucking dead
LETS GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR MY POOKIE WOOKIE BOOKIE CUTIE PATOOTIE BOOBOO BABY BEAR WITH FROSTED WHIPPED CREAM AND SPRINKLES AND A CHERRY ON TOP!!!!
watching Black Panther Wakanda Forever in a full theater was an experience. we wept, we cheered, we gasped together. but the love for this project was so real. It was a different energy than watching the first one. but it was also the same, you know? that sense of pride and achievement i felt in that theater as a black person was strong.