The revolution is not a sudden bang. It’s the quiet, steady choice to love each other through it all. To make room when there’s none. To keep choosing each other in a system CREATED to keep us apart.
The revolution is when we look each other in the eye and say: I got you. No matter what. Black love is Black wealth. Love like ours builds nations.
They don’t teach you that in textbooks. It’s love that built our movements, love that made us take to the streets, love that made us fight back even when we were outnumbered and outarmed.
Love ain’t soft. It’s strategic. It’s a weapon we’ve used for generations to keep each other alive when the world left us for dead.
Because if they can convince us to stop loving each other, they win. But we know better. That’s the revolution. Never forget it.
Black love is how we feed each other, raise each other’s kids, build art out of pain, and dream out loud when the world tells us to be silent.
White supremacy wants us numb. We choose connection. It wants us divided. We build deeper bonds. The revolution is always rooted in how we show up for one another again and again without apology.
Right now we’re seeing what a country looks like without the leadership of our Black love.
In this moment, one of the most radical things we can do is center Black love, joy, and community through this movement.
We’re fighting every day to not only preserve Black love but to grow it.
