The Afro Vigilantes

Vol. 1 • Issue 1 • 2017

The Hot Seat

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One could only imagine a world where in such a Progressive period, that there would actually come some progression. Not one where wicked wet noodle heads still harbor the power to make you shuck and jive to the same 400 year old noise. Damn sho not one where those same Mop heads can conveniently flip a script at anytime, only to counter that inevitable guilt of their “heritage,� such as: Colonialism, Domestic terrorism, The prison Industrial Complex, Human Zoos, Government testing, Race Riots, Peonage, Jim Crow, Police Brutality, Lynchings, rape, and most notably, the transatlantic slave trade.. Meanwhile, we as a people must turn a blind eye the to bullshit of believing in a post racial society that is ready to heal? What is our tipping point? Cuz I swear they will not be appeased until this bitch goes up in flames.

Get ready. Night will fall. Blood will shed; A true Hell on Earth Beware the RISE OF the black MESSIAH.

Now, Let’s say that this was a house party where we were forcibly chosen to partake. The simple choice in the matter would be to Revolt and go back to where we came from. yet, with a vast majority who would rather stay and parlay in some attempt to avoid “self segregation,” it’s not highly considered; Leaving the remaining independent thinkers to figure out who’s going to be the next Stokely Carmichael/ Angela Davis to lead us out of here. *This goes on for quite some time*

As time passes, we were losing our opportunity cuz by the looks of it, shit was not getting better. When suddenly.. In flocks the problematic loon of Coons on their, “Y’all too sensitive/ be gratful for the opportunity,” bullshit. They loved them. We gotta get outta here cuz This wasn’t us, but we were so lost. we deliberated more. Skepticism soon set in as we began realizing we’re too sunken, n wit all dis damn deliberation, the regret was slowly consuming us like the tattoos they use to mark our skin.

An external BRUH overcame us as it started looking like this revolt was actually about to happen. *The record scratched, and everyone redirected their attention as a voice began to eloquently speak* “Aye! Fuck this lame ass party, and these Gobble neck ass birds. We out!” And at that moment, The loose neck mops knew they had fucked up cuz we had finally found him!

As expected, once we left, many of the other guest followed suit. *Months now roll by since the split and shit was promising* Finally a piece of mind! But At the same token, somethin AIN’T feel RIGHT. They had to be plotting. As Time continued to pass, a seasonless felling came about; we were right.. A few minutes later We spotted winged brutes over the horizon. *Sirens blare* “VULTURES!!” *The needle scratched* As they Approached, the look of arrogance perplexed the crowd as the head Bird person began squawkin, “We come in peace, We get it! This was cute and all at, but you are gonna let us join your fête, or get back to how things were before it gets too out of hand.” *Momentary pause before immediate LAUGHTER RIPped THE STREETS*

It was a lot of them so we all just knew they had to be booted. *A common attribute amongst them* Scowls formed. They Ultimately knew Got damn well this was only going to negatively affect their well being, and Having felt the tensions rising, they fled the scene. “ Aye DJ! Keep dem hoes in rotation” *insert ghetto Negro spirituals* It’s gonna take some time to get use to this new way of life, but in due time we would be cleansed of any outside impurities that once preceded us. This hue was too beautiful. And man To think, the more we flourished, the more feathers and power they loss. Sensational

*Several Flourished moments later* that bland, seasonless feeling came back and we were all hit with the dreaded cotton mouth. Here we go again. *Sigh* Damn! What they up to now? Annd we were right..

Again, A brood of critters were seen teetering over a hazy horizon, but now equipped with the loony Coons. Word? So We brought out the heavy artillery. Let it Begin! The vultures had appeared much more frail than before and approached with caution; And just when we thought they had some shit to say, Mo bird callin.. “Squawk Squawk self segregation, Squawk Squawk If we did that. . .”

Nobody could help them here. They were on new turf, our Turf. This party just wouldn’t be what it is today without the people who’ve made it, so naw, fuck Allat. *The crowd started roaring in WASP* lol“Boi Ima make this as conclusive as possible.

Y’all ain’t needed, missed, nor respected round these parts, so you bes be gettin bak to where yu come from fuh we have us a Royal Roast tanight.”

Mouths dropped... Like dropped. No one ever stood up to them before. We found a voice and damn was it noble! They’ll be back tho.

And as regressive it may seem, things just feel more natural this way.

*Years now go by and Our shit still slapped with no signs of ending.

Everyone seemed to be genuinely enjoying themselves. Was this Freedom? Interesting how counter movements make for a more lasting impression. This is what it’s all about, so keep the party going*

We got it from Here... Thank Yu 4 Yur service!

The

Truth

This feeling took no time to set in cuz I was officially myself.

Internal and external factors didn’t matter n I was back in control.

Something switched and It got quiet. Alone in my thoughts; finally I can to think. I started seeing myself in a new light and I no longer had anything to prove. Liberated and free. 2 words people who look like me don’t hear or feel too often, but once achieved, peerless. We owe it to ourselves cuz we all we got. Can you hear me?

You think I had hesitation about baring it all? What shame Could I bare? the demons have been silenced tho they tried to break me. A hell of a fight with Futile efforts to trash my skin, to only burn like hell by our energy source. Shit on my heritage, to now push for interracial equality, as if The 60’s was a turning point. It’s 2017, love is love. That same temple that was only equipped for cleaning and breeding is now the saving grace to end this madness. Go figure.

I’m not as easily persuaded, Forgive me. God only knows what you see when you look at me, or into my eyes. No way could you grasp this complexity. How could u? Am I just A pawn in a game of infiltration, divide n conquer? WHAT!? Hopefully u understand my xtreme paranoia.

Maybe it’s the physique yo go through great lengt belittle others off your pussy. Such a shameless pu

Yo unsettled stom You want me to h trying to classify built, Without so m the record, I am with the opulent

B.R.U.H

our women emulate, or the skin and hair you ths to imitate. They say that when u have to r inferior qualities, that it’s clear signs of a ussy, a ghastly pussy, Acting just as pussies do.

You have to overcompensate too much for this pussy. You will never be deserving of this pussy. Shame, I hear You still pillow talking about this pussy. Mesmerized by this pussy, But forget it pussy. You uneasy yet, Pussy? I’m done playing Pussy, Protect yself cuz the worst is coming.

mach is now leading to that long face. *Cracks whip* hate the Blood in me. Use it against me in pursuit of y me as second classed on the very land my people much as a penny when we are owed Trillions. N For not African American, This is our land. I’m American blood of an Afrikan, and Today You will respect it.

Black GirlHood

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A lost Message to you

Why is it that Society tells me not supposed to support you? Bullshit about you representing an alternative form of beauty; A standard u once created and still influence, but would somehow need a white face to rep it? Comparing attributes that could never compete. Your mane that defies gravity, Your strong willed, determined attitude that infuriates them, but excites us. You never left. Humanity wouldn’t exist without u. Embrace u, Love & Cherish u. Real black men honor u.

Does the pressures emitted from societies demonetization of the black woman influence your personal style? Absolutely not. They will always have something to say regarding my appearance in hopes of marginalizing a woman like me; Dress like this, ghetto, wear that, ima ho. It starts from knowing the true beauty behind what it means to stand confidently as a black woman, and not just cuz it’s the new wave. There is a major historical and cultural delusion of the Black female and the factual influence you have on a mainstream level. The oracles if you will. . .

It’s actually refreshing to see more and more Black women straying away from white industry standards and getting back to being unapologetically themselves, Especially from the internal and external negative affects of colorism. Sort of ass backwards to strive for a standard contrived against you. Everyone seems to know how to be a better you, but unable to fully live up to the lifestyle.

Should fashion play a role in how black women express themselves?

I believe so. If it looks good on me, I will wear it, to which is why I like to incorporate some form of streetwear.

Fashion is my art, therefore expressive, and today that’s how I’m free to say fuck you without beating a dead horse. All these “new” trends have come from the carefree black girl; Back to the very exact girlhood that initially scared them.

I just –Damn *Cuts to a commercial break*

- Underneath it all is something more complicated

Dear Black man...

Why you talk like that, You think you better than me? O you gotta degree, So what, You think dem wypipo give a fuck bout you? You too feminine, Why you not knocking down 60 bad bitches, Nigga is you gay? Abstinent? U must be scared of pussy. No bodies, Nigga how you a shoota? You don’t drink, smoke, or pop pills? Nigga you’s a lame. And How yeen Never been to jail, but you a real nigga? QTNA Sincerely, A lost Muhfucka

Dear Black man...

Why resist, you not tired of getting shot? All lives matter, don’t forget black on black crime. Racism? Why can’t you work hard like everybody else and stop making excuses? Pls Stop acting and talking like that, Why can’t you make me feel more comfortable? Also heard You have purchasing power, why are you so easy to manipulate? And if you hate America so much, why not just go back to Africa? QTNFA Sincerely, An ova opinionated non black bigot muhfucka

*Taps Mic* One could go all night debunking the oppressive history

of this god forsaken world and it’s demented ideologies of the negroid Species, but there really is no point. At first glance, you’re ready to take your shot, rather it’s the chest, arm or leg; You blindly shoot. Such A fragile effort to validate a false sense of superiority while neglecting the fact that you’re flustered by that same force.

Still somehow you’re curious enough in that to engage? I got QTNA.

Dear sophistic opinions, You no longer get to dictate how I move, breathe, or break bread. In this War of who will survive in America, We will remain triumphant. Take as many shots as your conscious allows, But you’ll never be able to break us or our morality down.

Dear Kings and Queens, WE will always be this world’s greatest mystery.

No amount of eradication and displacement can denounce our true divine power. We’re to lead with refinement and that internal flame can only dim if we allow it. And like the Govt. Treat AIDS..

I won’t be satisfied until all my niggas get it. Get it?

Your’s Truly, - The Chosen

As you ponder on the events that took place during this experience, hopefully you’ve gained an understanding that we Afrikans ain’t nun to fuck with. They tried to make us crack, but instead, we took it, cooked it and made profit. Only to later get chastised by it, But We still ain’t stop!

Neither will they. The result, America is now blood and tears instead of milk and honey, as we no longer dig Columbus and Lincoln as the “good Guys” and started enlightening our own. America will always be the Bastard child of our mother country; with the only representation of Freedom being Free doom. When it all fails, dig a new route to china if they allow you. til then, The game remains, and the rules don’t change.

WHO WHO WHO WHO

WILL WILL WILL WILL

SURVIVE SURVIVE SURVIVE SURVIVE

IN IN IN IN

AMERICA? AMERICA? AMERICA? AMERICA?

Special Thanks to: Kortney Clonts aka KClo

B.Edwards Productions 2017