Over the last few years or so, I have seen more and cared more about the separation of the African from "self", often hearing statements such as:
"I do not want to marry my mother"
"black women are too angry"
"or it is just easier"
"black bitch"
"face down ass up"
just a few of the things that let me know that the person spewing those words are not mentally developed and actually closed minded and full of contentiousness. This is not just surface conversation that is only about who you lay with but this is a cultural conversation about some basic things we as people all need in order to relate and when it comes to RELATIONSHIPS...... we can not relate sometimes because religion has corrupted the black mind: a black jesus is an abomination. And ANYTHING NOT drenched in Christianity OR a black 'God' made in my image is the thing of the devil.
What is this devil? What is this energy that separates us all? Where is love?
There are many viscous words I can say in response to the African and the loss of self in the face of the changing and shifting of our nation-it does not feel good to watch-the things I wish I could do to open the minds of the heads of those that are mindless.
In this moment understanding truly why and or how is it that we are where we are? Maybe I am asking "too much questions" and not allowing things to "fall where they may"- or maybe somewhere in my spirit I do not want to let things fall where they may. I believe we are accountable for how we speak and talk to each other.
This train of thought always finds me wondering how we got to this divisional place where diversity is the divisor that keeps our brothers away from our sister? In all forms.
When ever I start examining the reasons for the division-I get stuck in the varied devilish details-the varied reasons why I am not in a partnership with another person... are all things that can be combatted and then as if on key I tend to become really angry inside for how people treat each other, the ways we are towards each other, we kill each others spirit often- with absolutely no care.
This particular train pulls a serious cord. An all together stop cord. Not an emergency cord. Just one that slows down each and every frame.
Constantly I shift and grow and practice patience, and its not in theory that I actively participate.
Daily I decide not to engage in anything thats gonna take me out my character, the one I created. The one I have cultivated.
I must go back to a beginning so we are all on the same page. Hopefully the stoke of my brush is wide-and all is illuminated.
Our captors- white prisoners who were give freedom, by the British Crown- have done a dozy on our minds. Five things I believe keep me-personally- and some generally from being in a loving caring relationship. And I wish their was a court of land I could take the descendent of my captors too, for me extending my bloodline is most difficult.
The five things are as follows:
1. Trust (understanding)
2. Honesty (listening with the deepest part of your heart)
3. Integrity (making the proper choice)
4. forthrightness (saying what you want)
5. Spirituality (...not religion)
Part 2 Soon, come....
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