We Ain’t Asking Anymore. We’re Taking. Period.

“White people hate autonomous Black happiness.”
Godfrey said that. And he wasn’t lying.

Because what happens when Black people are thriving without begging, borrowing, or assimilating? When we’re building our own, healing our own, loving our own, and protecting our peace with no colonizer in sight?

Suddenly it’s a problem.
Too loud.
Too proud.
Too “divisive.”
Too much melanin for the mainstream.

Let’s be real: it ain’t just hate.
It’s fear.
Fear of what it means when the descendants of kings, queens, warriors, and wisdom keepers remember who TF we are.

Because we’ve done it before.
We built Black Wall Streets—plural.
We created towns, economies, entire systems of joy, intellect, art, and spirituality that didn’t require a single ounce of whiteness to thrive.

And what did they do?
Burned. Bombed. Buried.
Lied about it in textbooks.
Gaslit generations into thinking we’ve “never had it together.”
But we did.
And we still do.

Truth is, we’ve always made something out of nothing.
Because nothing was ever freely given.
Yet we created jazz.
We created soul food.
We created swag.
We created resistance.
We created us.

And while some folks might only see our value when we’re dancing, scoring, rhyming, or fucking—understand this:
Blackness doesn’t exist for your entertainment. It exists in spite of your erasure.

We are not your sport.
We are not your fantasy.
We are not your blueprint.

And no, we don’t want your seat at the table.
We’re building our own house—with Black architects, Black land, and Black joy built into the foundation.
And we’re eating barefoot on the porch, baby.

So why won’t they leave us alone?
Because true Black autonomy means you ain’t needed.
And when you’ve centered yourself for 400+ years, being irrelevant feels like violence.

And when you’ve centered yourself for 400+ years, being irrelevant feels like violence.

But we don’t owe softness to systems that have never been soft to us.
Sometimes fire has to be met with a bomb.
And we are that bomb—coded with ancestral rage, sacred knowledge, and receipts.
We’re not scared. We’re studied.
We’re not waiting. We’re moving.
We’re not asking. We’re claiming.

Let the world be uncomfortable.
Black joy is not up for debate.
Black rage is not up for policing.
And Black power is not up for compromise.

There are no allies, only us.
And baby… that’s enough.

#BlackAutonomy
#NoMorePasses
#KinfolkBeforeColonizers
#WeAreTheBomb