is, in the dark venue, young black men and women, giving hugs, kisses, pounds, daps, secret handshakes, calling their play cousins by nicknames while their shadows dance to Wu-Tang before the actual show starts.
I love it.
Young and black and young and black and young and black.
I went to see my homeboy scienZe perform the other night. A young Brooklyn emcee, I’ve been following for a while. The environment he ushered in is the one that gives us hope in ourselves, in our future, and in our young people.
I also got to hear some new nicknames. Peanut and Boobie and Black are gone. Old school. There was a dude there…a dude everyone loved, called Icy Popcorn. Yes…Icy Popcorn.