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There are some words that belong to black art criticism: visceral, raw, unapologetic, pride, defeat, struggle, overcome, profound. Not unuseful, but have carried the weight of creation too elusive to name. Insert a word flexible enough to contain multitudes of interpretation, a word lacking decisiveness, a word steady enough to garner a nod of approval but light enough to not add to the load. The compartmentalization of black art, of black word, of black body.
“Blindly in love, I fucks witchu, until I realize I’m just too much for you.”