people hear black socalled ratchet music and think “what a disgrace”

i hear it and am blown away by how we managed to be stripped of everything, to have our identities hacked at and beaten out of us,

and continue bumping african drum patterns, syncopated rhythms, folklore styles, call and response, and repeating hip movements and corporal stances from collective ancestral memory. 

even when we dont know who we are,

we still know.

and thats huge and miraculous.