The descriptions are anecdotes from my own past, pieces of My Black Experience that I think we all share. If your mom or dad or Granma or Nana has never asked you if you got McDonald’s money after driving past a McDonalds and asking if yall can stop but you ain’t got job or income THE FIRST, then these candles might not be for you. If said Granma has ALSO never told you to ‘close that door and stop letting her air out’, these candles might not be for you. If no one’s ever asked you what you’re mixed with and you’ve never had to say “my momma and daddy are BLACK. I’m Black mixed with Black, stupid.”, then these candles just might not be for you. Finally, if you’ve never been the kid running around the church and your Granma nor one of the elders had to pause power-fanning that MLK Church fan to hiss at you through their teeth to ‘ssssitcho aezz down!’ on that hard ass slippery ass pew, then these candles probably not for you.
And that’s OK. :)