stillprittytho

[stillprittytho]

they don’t just want the blood — they want the sound, too.

We’ve always known monsters.

Ours didn’t have fangs.

They wore uniforms. Held clipboards. Signed papers.

They took land. Took names. Took sons and made them sinners just for surviving.

But Sinners—this film—

it doesn’t ask us to be afraid.

It asks us to remember.

Remember the juke joints.

The sweat-soaked joy.

The way our ancestors danced as if their bodies were churches

and the music was a prayer the world could never colonize.

Smoke and Stack—two sides of the same wound.

Black men making sin look like salvation because it was the only way out.

They didn’t fall from grace—they were born outside of it.

And the vampires?

They’re not scary because they drink blood.

They’re scary because they mirror systems we already know:

• draining Black genius,

• selling it back sanitized,

• leaving us hollow.

They feed off rhythm because rhythm is resistance.

They crave our music because our music remembers what history tried to forget.

But here’s the thing:

You can bite us.

You can cage us.

You can try to silence the sound—

—but the spirit survives in every beat, every stomp, every note.

We are the haunted.

We are the holy.

We are the sinners who refused to die quietly.