I have a soft spot for young black men with old souls. Joshua Barnett is one. He brings it in this beautiful tribute to Black women. It can’t be dismissed as a simple call back to the Black Arts movement. Even the amazing Haki Madhubuti never went as far as last name optional.
In these fractious times where lack and narcissism, polarization and a refusal to extend each other grace rule, Barnett’s words are a balm and an inspiration.