libations and harambee unto you, my brothers and sisters.
i wanted to give you guys a black history month treat that would surely tickle the ancestors pink. how many times have you said to yourself, ‘self, i wish there were other Black History songs other than that ‘sing sing celebrate’ song that was out when i was a wee toddler.’ well my friends, bow your heads and say a thank-you prayer for kfc, for they have heard your call.
with hits like “KFC Pride 360” and “At the KFC,” and “Let’s Have a Party” (‘let’s have a party/in the community/bring out your family/down at the KFC’) you can reflect on how far you, my nubian beauties, have come; finally, you can put on your kente cloth and do a ceremonial interpretive dance celebrating our progressive triumph over horrible, defaming stereotypes against the backdrop of an album full of black folks singing of the irresistable deliciousness of fried chicken.
no, i am not making this shit up.
thank you, KFC. my blackness now finds you inexplicably relatable.
ashe, brothers and sisters. happy Black History Month.
oh God…why black people? WHYYYYYY?
no they didnt
I want to laugh but I don’t. Since when do family values and KFC intertwine?