Mansa Ra

My lord.
Did I hear that right?
I almost don’t wanna jynx it…but I heard it’s time.
Forreal forreal time.
Not Emmet Till time or Rodney King time.
Not Trayvon Tamir Nigel time neither.
Right now, right here.
Today time.
That’s the tea I was told.
And you know what that means, right…
You weren’t as crazy as these wyt folks had us feeling.
Bump crazy, you were Maxine Waters reclaiming your time correct.
Every time you needed to be strong when you wanted to be soft.
Tina Lawson Turner tough holding this whole shebang together while nobody even noticed!
This time they notice your Flo Jo Simone Biles running-things self.
Ooh, I’m about to break out into a Serena Snoop crip walk right now.
Renegade all up and through this junt.
Come on and electric slide with me.
Laugh with me.
Grieve with me.
Exhale joyfully.
I’ve got your back.

Let all of Black America
have a good old fashioned cookout
while we collect ourselves.

Who you inviting?We gotta pass this on.Tell somebody.Tell everybody.You won’t be able to shut me up about it.I’ma be spilling this tea for a good long time.Longer than Whitney held Home back in ’85.Longer than it took us to j-sette with all the Single Ladies.Longer than Lupita’s gown as she strutted up thereto take what she earned.Slaying and winning. Winning and slaying.All that and a bag of chips.You know what?One more thing—ask for that raise.Everybody knows you deserve it.How long you been waiting for this kind of time?I’m sorry. My mama taught me never ask a lady’s age.But as long as we been waiting, black still don’t crack.Now go on with your bad self.It’s Juneteenth.And that’s news, Queen.