On this week’s episode of BTRtoday’s When We See Each Other, I interviewed Blxck Cxsper, artist and founder of the Black Trans record label Trans Trenderz. We talked about the music industry and how Trans Trenderz is providing space for Black Trans artist. Check it out HERE.
On the latest episode of BRtoday‘s When We See Each Other, I interviewed Witch Prophet, a soul artists from Toronto, about their album, ‘DNA Activation,’ as well as their experience in the music industry as a Black and queer artist. ‘DNA Activation’ is a rich blend of R&B, Hip Hop, Jazz and African vibes, that draws on Witch Prophet’s Ethiopian/Eritrean ancestry and heritage. You can check out the interview HERE.
We’re at the same juncture where Black people are met with the same struggle, one which seems to never end. We’re still fighting for our lives to matter. We still can’t breathe as the knees of oppression bends into our necks, killing us. We’ve peacefully marched, we’ve walked with our anger boiling beneath our rich and beautiful skin, but yet this ugly history of us being beaten down, being hosed down still continues today. A reflection of us standing up against the fences, the faces of an established denial of my place in the world, where I dream as much as you do. I wish to sing my troubles. But it is the same tune. What else is there for us to say out loud, write down and shout, We shall over come… Should I tell the next generation it’s up to them now, to carry this anger, this despair, this anxiety of living outside, while I can’t even escape it myself? My life is ordinary like the songs of any bird-call voicing an incandescent sound, but because of the hatred of my existence I am martyred for my race, for my color: Black!
Black is the beauty
of the night forever and ever
Black is what brings light
I’m not really into flags, but I could get behind this one. Also, I wrote a piece on the importance of pronouns. Check it out HERE
is a flash of flam·boy·ance
a blacken scheme
blacken black, stupid sures foes a system(s)
that lights on count
as you want me to sit beside you
while knowing is what you’ve tolerated
what you never wanted as acceptance
on your stupid shoulders