9:45 AM 6/3/2026
The utterly disgraced but still defiant - and delusional(!) - Cheyenne Bryant's newest and second book, "Live Your Promise" has officially been on Amazon for three weeks as of today. In that time it has garnered a grand total of 129 verified customer reviews with a 1.5 out of 5 stars rating. As an author myself with four books under my belt and working on several more as we speak, it is unfathomable to me how you can perform that badly. But then again, I've never held myself out to be the kind of craven fraud that Bryant here has proven herself to be - and that's being diplomatic about her antics over just the past two years alone.
There has been much said and written about Bryant over the past month and doubtless there will be quite a bit more to say over the course of the coming summer; today's post will be the last that I plan to say on the matter, because the problem by now should be obvious. Since I opened my post about her latest book and the dismal reviews it's garnered, I thought to include one of the latest reviews dated May 21, 2026 and written by one who titles it appropriately enough, "Professional Gaslighting" and is as follows:
"Cheyanne, I’m deeply disappointed.
You built a public platform using therapeutic language centered around healing trauma, unpacking wounds, emotional growth, and helping Black men mature and heal. As mental health professionals know, therapy and life coaching are not the same, and there is an ethical responsibility to clearly distinguish between the two when speaking to the public.
My concern is not that you are a coach. My concern is the way you positioned yourself publicly in interviews and online spaces in a manner that led many people to reasonably believe they were receiving guidance from a licensed therapist or someone actively practicing within the mental health profession.
When audiences are consuming content about trauma, healing, attachment, and therapeutic work, transparency is essential — especially when services are being sold at $350 a session.
What has been most disappointing is the response to valid questions. Instead of acknowledging why people may feel confused, the reaction has been defensive and dismissive. Accountability and integrity require more than saying “I never claimed that.” They also require recognizing the impression that was created.
The Black community deserves ethical, transparent professionals and coaches who are honest about their qualifications, scope, and role. There is nothing wrong with being a life coach. But there is something wrong with blurring the line between coaching and therapy while benefiting from the authority associated with mental health professionals.
I pray your true colors continue to show and I pray the black community continues to hold you accountable.
“For nothing is hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open“
-Luke 8:17"
I think the above words pretty much sums everything up. What happens from here though, depends on the rest of the Black American community.
From where I sit, Bryant is only a symptom of a much larger problem in Black American life - and while social media has certainly been a force multiplier, it cannot be blamed solely for where we are at present. The sheer rapidity and publicity of scandals - Derrick Jaxn, the Tulsa land deal gone horribly wrong, Stormy Wellington, Princella Clark, Dr. Umar Johnson, the near-miss with Ace Metaphor's "Tonight's Conversation" involving a very loud Kita Rose(!), and many more - it really does, to my mind at least, call for a "stop, look & listen moment", as one of my elders used to say. The question becomes, will the Black community writ large and now very much "forever online", do just that?
It's hard to say for sure, but if the past few years are anything to go by, with what seems to be the increasing frequency - and severity - of these scandals, the early returns do not look promising.
Speaking of Princella Clark, I awoke this morning to find that she's now been interviewed on the "Soft White Underbelly" YouTube channel, pulling in north of 80K views for the hour long interview, and on at least one TikTok clip that I saw, garnering over 1M views. This, after she in my estimation at least, lost all credibility as a result of a tell-all live video of her former lover and fellow YouTuber in her own right, B. Taylor, almost two years to the month as of this writing. I recounted the whole messy affair in my book, "Toxic Femininity: The Blackman's Guide to Modern Black Feminism" in a chapter called "The So-Called Queenmaker Is Caught Cold Busted":
"While Princella attempted to avoid some of the better
thinking denizens of the Black Manosphere, focusing her
attentions on lesser minds, her act slowly started to catch up
with her when she finally squared off against the likes of
The Angryman, Myron Gaines, of Fresh & Fit fame, The
Saint & the Sinner, and even Charleston White - all of whom
handily demolished her in open and fair debate. One would
think that these Ls and serious setbacks alone would be
enough to make Clark take a powder - but like so many
charlatans and empty lacefront wigs we've seen in the past,
Princella just did not know when to stop.
Caught up in the celebrity that is being "internet famous"
these days, Princella kept on with her spiel, appearing on any
platform that will have her with a large following and lots of
clicks and views. Her stated goal to undermine the Black
Manosphere - and particularly to upstage the late great
Kevin Samuels - is a matter of public record (though it is
telling - though not at all surprising - that Princella wasn't
"man enough" to face Kevin when he was still alive. Like
her Modern Black Feminist sisters, she never pulled up on
his live show, waiting instead for him to die before coming
out with both barrels blazing. "Strong and independent",
right?). What she didn't plan for though, is the possibility
that she would be undone by her own hand. Megalomaniacs
big and small, never do."
After setting things up, I dive right into the messy part:
"And that is exactly what happened on Monday, April 29,
2024, when one Ms. B. Taylor, a single mom to two boys
with different baby daddies, who works in the media world
by day and works her YouTube channel by night and was,
until very recently, Princella's main squeeze, took to the live
stream to tell her tale of "Surviving Princella." With fellow
"Black Men Ain't Shit" YouTuber Yanie Red in tow for
emotional support, Ms. Taylor began what would eventually
turn out to be a nearly three and a half hour long tale of
emotional, verbal and psychological abuse at the hands of
Princella - whom according to Taylor, pursued the latter with
a tenacity that would be roundly condemned if a brother had
done it.
It started off with a staged gambit to lure Taylor away from
the Black Manosphere, involving "Pimp P" making it rain on
a smiling B. Taylor and showing the brothers up. Princella's
next move was to take Taylor out on a de facto date - where
she didn't waste any time getting physical, going so far as to
get on bended knee to give Taylor's feet rub a sensual
massage - in full view of other patrons, and of course, with
Princella's young daughter in tow.
Taylor would go on to give a vivid account of Princella's
mood swings and constant bickering, her tendency toward
whipping her smartphone out and pleasuring herself with
porn, and, perhaps most disturbingly, how Princella treated -
or mistreated - her daughter she had with her still-married
husband. According to Taylor, the little girl had to sleep on a
urine-stained mattress, slept during the day instead of
attending school, and didn't have a proper bedroom since
Princella decided to make that room her live streaming
studio that she airs her "High-Powered Podcast" from.
Taylor and Princella seemed to have had an on-again,
off-again relationship, in "make up to break up" fashion,
largely involving lots of sex, and things never ending
amicably.
The last straw was a trip out to California earlier this year,
which saw them once again in each other's arms, but when
the afterglow wore off, they were at each other's throats.
Despite "peace offerings" of chocolate-covered fruit baskets
on the part of Princella, Taylor had enough, and she
considered the matter done. It was just as well; Princella
already had another hottie lined up and waiting in the wings
- and according to her, was quite younger than Taylor
anyway.
In the days that would follow B. Taylor's bombshell on
YouTube, Princella was readying herself for her response,
which happened on Friday, May 3, 2024 on her "High
Powered Podcast" YouTube channel.(4) But instead of
directly facing the music B. Taylor played, Princella instead
appeared with three other Black women - apparently partners
of hers in an upcoming "Black women's empowerment
conference" - to market and discuss that, instead of the
heavy claims and charges Taylor brought forward against
her. The viewing audience wasn't impressed; after an initial
bump of nearly 2K live views, they slowly trailed off until
just below 1600 by the time I personally logged off for the
night - roughly a little over an hour or so. As I write these
words in early May 2024, B. Taylor's tale has garnered some
56K views, vs. Princella's "Enough is Enough" live stream,
at less than half of that."
Whew, just reviewing my own words on the printed page - barely TWO YEARS BEFORE THE MESS WITH CHEYENNE BRYANT - is truly uncanny. And if Princella's resilience is anything to go by at present, I simply do not think that Bryant will be sunk like a battleship; if anything, the evidence suggests that she will continue to limp and quite possibly sprint right along.
So, where do we go from here? That's the burning question - and it comes at an interesting time, both for me personally, the Black Manosphere more broadly, and by extension the aforementioned online Black American community. I have some ideas for all three, so in the final act of today's post, let me address them in no particular order.
Taking the first for last and going in reverse order, the Black community: It's clear to me that we need to come to grips with our obsession with celebrity, our insatiable thirst for fame, and our craven lookism - and Black women are by no means immune or exempt from "the gaze". They aren't victims; they are every bit volunteers, purveyors, consumers and active participants and customers of it. Looking good - which let's be honest, comes a lot closer to "looking White" than we're willing to openly admit, has supplanted being thoughtful, thorough, sober, judicious or meaningful. Moreover, and as Bryant and before her Clark clearly demonstrate, Black folks have a weird obsession with the markers and titles of authority and respectability while at the same time rejecting the standards, processes and costs that demand said titles and the authority that comes with it in the first place. We've taken "entertainment" to a very strange and potentially very dangerous place; as the increasing frequency of scandals continues to mount, the costs and stakes keep rising, too. To my mind, it's only a matter of time before someone - or a group of someones - winds up getting seriously hurt, harmed, or worse. The current Bryant situation and the past say, five years or so (dating back to the Jaxn scandal in the spring of 2021) is the perfect time for the Black community writ large to have a serious slow down and think long and hard as to where all of this is heading. It's idealistic and possibly a bit romantic, but hope springs eternal.
Next up, the Black Manosphere: It's clear to me that it has been in something of a state of flux since 2021 - the year when my very first book, "The Book of Obsidian" dropped, and the year when the first ever Black Manosphere Conclave came into fruition. We had our own share of fits and starts, of wins and setbacks and challenges and opportunities, but it's all amounted to what Joshua Doss, economist by training and darling of the progressive left said a few months back at the Third Way Conference - noting that the (Black) Manosphere on a whole simply does a better job of fostering a sense of community among (young and/or Black) men than the progressive left epitomized by the Democrat Party currently does and as of the 2024 election exit polling results. It's something that I've addressed directly in an open letter to Doss and which can be viewed in full over on the Black Manosphere website, dated Mar 10, 2026 and titled, "Open Letter to Joshua Doss, Jason Wilson, Kier Gaines, and Fellow Black Progressive Brothers". Given all that's occurred on the Black side of social media over the past five years, as well as internal changes taking place within the Black Manosphere itself - moving from a solely online (and to put a finer point on it YouTube centric focus much to our detriment at this point in my view), to an increasingly real time space for networking, fellowship, learning, growth and community, I think our slow but undeniable "fits and starts" evolution has been a good thing, and Doss is proof that we've headed in the right direction. As one of its founding fathers and principal architects, I see it as my job to continue doing what I can to keep things moving in that direction - into real time, real spaces, with real people.
And finally, for yours truly: Looking back on eleven years since I landed on YouTube has given me a tremendous degree of perspective that I didn't even consider even a year ago, but times do in fact change. It's not that I've run out of things to say, but I've simply turned to other ways of saying it - namely, writing. I've been writing books for five years now and have put four titles under my belt, at a time when the entire book business is dominated by women and where Black men aren't known to be particularly voracious readers. The more that I write, and the more that I work with my partners Shannon and Theo, the more I realize just how important it is for me and those I work with to be a lot more introspective, thoughtful and intentional with what we post online, who we choose to platform, and how all of this translates into the real world and in real time. My battle with Kimberly Nicole Foster in 2023 resulted in my ouster from YouTube in early 2024, which effectively marked the end of the YouTube Era for me, and was the dawn of a new one - one where the Black Manosphere Conclave, and my role within it as its principal (though by no means sole) scribe, would really take form and shape. That year, and despite no longer having a flagship platform from which to reach audiences, the conclave in Houston that year was a booming success in every way imaginable. That was followed up in Miami last year, and we're only months out from our sixth annual conclave event in Las Vegas as I type these words. I won't go away from social media entirely - I've been working closely with my brothers at The Men's Table, a weekly podcast on YouTube under the aegis of Jeff St. James' "Ask a Brotha Podcast" - but it's clear to me that the days of the Black Manosphere being found on and defined solely by social media, have past. And that's a good thing. It's time for the Black Manosphere - and me along with it - to evolve to the next stage, that of reaching brothers in real time, facing new challenges, and solving problems in real time.
Since I was the last of the big three things that need to be addressed here, let me sum up with what I am going to do moving forward:
I plan to quietly observe who is platforming those whom I've cited in this post today, and simply hit the "not interested" button, promptly followed by the "block" button. If you're reading this right now and are following me, please know from this point forward that if you send me anything from the aforementioned people, chances are very high that you will wind up in the "not interested" bucket, too. The simplest and easiest way to deal with all of this is by simply refusing to watch it, consume or engage with it - and that is exactly what I'm going to do. Everyone, including yours truly, has had their say on all of this. It's time to turn the page to something new, something thoughtful, and something just a bit more constructive.
Hopefully, you'll be along for the ride as I and my partners at the Black Manosphere Conclave continue to build the plane while we fly it.
Sincerely,
Mumia Obsidian Ali
Black Manosphere Conclave
www.blackmanosphere.com