We Are All Earn’s Liver

Let me hip you to game. A Different World didn’t get one. Fresh Prince of Bel-Air didn’t get one. Martin, Living Single, Roc and Family Matters didn’t get one either. Not one. Not until Donald Glover walked onto that stage with his diverse group of colleagues and accepted the Golden Globe award for Best Television series – Musical or Comedy. We ain’t ever seen a n___a like him or a show like that win a damn award like a Golden Globe since the fucking Cosby Show.

The Cosby Show, my n___a! It’s fucking 2017!

What I do know is that the standard American public probably didn’t understand why so many black millennials were gassed the fuck up but it’s easy to comprehend in layman’s terms.

We Are All Earn’s Liver working through the muck and the shit of today’s contemporary society.

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Black Renaissance in the Age of Obama

Honestly, I didn’t think I was going to grieve like this. Unfortunately, I don’t become an emotional wreck with hot wet tears streaming down my face or emotional breakdowns like my liberal white women counterparts when Trump won the 2016 presidency. It’s not my style. I just keep it on the inside like every other disguised convoluted emotional wreck you know.

But I do think a lot. Too much in fact.

As a result of the exit of the Obamas, I’ve taken the time to reflect on the changes in black American popular culture over the past 8 years. The ups, downs, twisted turns and formations of new identities and subcultures as a result of just seeing a black family hold the nation’s highest political office. It has been one hell of a ride and truly, I can’t be prouder of the things I’ve seen and the young black people I’ve met. It’s like I’ve waited my entire life to be able to see black souls like me and find clothes that truly fit my personality. But these exciting changes didn’t happen without a few serious sacrifices to some traditional tenants of black culture. I’m talking more than the death of some famous black people. More than the decline of black women getting their hair permed. Bigger than the growing generational gap between black elders and youth.

With change comes the realization that things don’t have to stay the same.

(Ch-ch-changes! Turn and face the strange. Changes!)

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