You ever feel the flavor in black art?
The wonderful magic that comes with collaborating style,
Substance, pain, culture and pure raw energy?
You ever see the coconut oil and curling creams emancipating themselves
From hair, as it stands out in permeates good vibes into the air of a black person?
Have you ever seen a painting of black boy joy release
The earth into its hair and remind you of how grounded we are into the soil?
You ever see a group of musicians sync rhtymatically and spiritually and then
Obliterate the room with the sweet sound of music that alleviates the darkest of moods?
Black art is so versatile and ballistic
It’s in your face at all times
But it’s not bad energy
It’s powerful and it’s something to revere in the name of love
It’s as if god stuck black art and named it the creators of soulful power
That relinquishes the dark thoughts in our minds
Black art is the time taken to fix a black woman’s hair
It is the sweet smell of soul food
Black art is nature pressing into the painter’s hand
As they weave a brush onto a blank canvas
Black art is a black baby’s smile
Black art is a design that is so sublime it’s carved into everything we align ourselves with
We are black art in every essence of it