When it’s Black History Month you got to make sure your content is on point cause people are watching. Y’all ain’t gonna have me out here lookin like Justin at the Super Bowl takin selfies with people that don’t care, don’t know, and ain’t interested, and don’t get me started on that tribute to prince that sounded kinda nice but made you say 🤔. Meanwhile all you can think about is why is he here and not Janet Damnit. Well I’m not one of the gossips so you ain’t heard nothin from me. I’m just talkin bout what I’m talkin bout and gonna stick to black history month, although truth be told I really had my 🤞🏿that Beyonce would just show up for no reason sit in a chair somewhere and the hydraulics would have her just flying around the stadium sangin with a back up gospel choir (why is there always a back up gospel choir?) instead of that fancy mic stand thing that Justin was workin with even though that was my favorite part of the performance... I need to stop and focus on Black History and this bomb ass photo #notsohumble #lookatitagain like I said #bomb but before I do Ram you tried it with that MLK speech to sell a car #nomaam I tried not to watch the super bowl but the smoke got me, I got bronchitis #aintnobodygottimeforthat Anyway look at me serving up some Rafiki realness (especially with this busted hair of mine) on pride rock via corner store payphone booth presenting the most gorgeous African inspired, tropical ready, beach body having, harvest day prepared in-spite of the mudslides cause they got my neighbors not in my house cause I am blessed and highly favored, multi colored, multicultural version of Simba in a vase on top of a green urban painted pasture, sitting in front of a living my life like it’s golden synthetic sun kind of realness on a Monday. #blackexellence #blackboymagic #blackmagic #happyblackhistorymonth (at Bloom & Plume)
