To Live Rent Free in a Black Brit’s Mind as a Black American

To continuously discredit Black Americans by assuming we have no culture because it didn’t derive from another country wrapped in folk lore and visas… as if we didn’t raise the modern you that you see, is blasphemous. You and every other race are morbidly obese from the overconsumption of what it means to be Black.

Just be British and go about your business… it’s truly ok to be yourselves be it African or Caribbean or both… be that and love it… However, I strip you of your durags, your grills, your sneakers, your drill mix tapes, your fixation with sounding like Pop Smoke, your sew ins, your Nike tech suits, AAVE, hip hop, jazz and soul food.

The obsession with this invisible diaspora war of who can out Black culture someone or telling Black Americans that they have no culture is the type of delusion, that needs professional help… particularly from the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Because, let me hold your hand and pour you a spot of tea when I tell you this… if it wasn’t for Top Boy bruv, we wouldn’t know you existed fam.

To be Black in America is to define our own essence, to carve out an identity amidst a world that has historically sought to erase us. I see your yearning to partake in this rich tapestry of resilience and culture. Yet, you remain an outsider. So, you consume our art, indulge in our music, appropriate our fashion, and attempt to redefine our narratives to fit your comfort. In doing so, you embody the very hatred and ignorance once directed at you. But this cycle ends now. Take that shit back across the pond or come correct.