Y’all Mind if I Wyl’ Out Over Black and POC Love Right Quick?

**Spoilers for Black Panther #13 be a marinated seasoning up in here** Lemme tell you something bout Black joy. Lemme learn ya a lil’ something ’bout People of Color flourishing right quick. That is my shit, for real-for real. You don’t understand; I’ma just give you a quick rundown just in case this write up is uncovered 20 years later in an online time capsule. It’s 2017 right now and on top of a shitty real estate mogul being the President of the (rarely) United States of America, hate speech getting book deals and platforms on cable television, as well as Nazis getting the sympathy for getting decked in the face (rightfully so), Black / People of color are still getting shot, got, and ran up on for just existing. It’s been said before that if you ever wondered what actions you would have taken during the Civil Rights era, you’re in the sequel right now. That’s another editorial all together; right now, I’m talking about that shit that makes your heart melt and allows you to take your worries off for the weekend before getting back to it on Monday. I’m talking about unwinding with seeing characters you grew up with flourish, living their best life. I’m a huge fan of characters moving through trauma, PTSD, legit choices between life or death, kill or be killed. That’s my jam but there’s also seeing characters you’re invested in get that silver lining. That silver lining for me was seeing Ororo Munroe [Storm if you with the shits], the Beyoncé of Mutantkind, marrying The Bla…