Black Boy Joy: Part I

Strawberry miranda was the answer to when I asked my little cousin what black boy joy meant to him. It really got me thinking, there isn’t quite a joy comparable to when black boys are in their element. There’s a distinctive beauty to it, a grace that belies the stereotypes and misconceptions that too often of shadow our lives. To be a black boy is to find joy in the midst of advertisy, in the face of endless statistics, to resist the forces that seek to break our spirits.