Let us workshop this satire of the trite content and style we hear ad nauseum in black spoken word performances--a satire pushing us to do better than this lazy shit, this Disneyfied false black power
spoken word where ankh wearers of Disneyfied afrocentrism smell like Badu’s frankincense vagina as they spew vapid wordplay to “sing it sister” and finger-snapping applause too cringey to behold and too sad to think about (especially if genuine chills really do course throughout the audience)
Tell it, sister.
spoken word where ankh wearers of Disneyfied afrocentrism smell like Badu’s frankincense vagina as they spew vapid wordplay to “sing it sister” and finger-snapping applause too cringey to behold and too sad to think about (especially if genuine chills really do course throughout the audience)