With the events that has been going on in the past few years in my community I am seeing a regression that has pulled me in into a state of constant contemplation about how I move forward and teach my kids to move forward in this world. Truth is …being black in this time is just as dangerous as being black in my parents time. Possibly more so because the level of racism has grown from their time and been nuanced in ways that makes it more pervasive and insidious than it was before.
Today I allowed thoughts that I admittedly buried for unknown reasons that spurred me to write the below …it’s a statement of facts that will be manifested in action as I walk the rest of my journey
People try to treat me as less than because of my color of my skin … I am un-apologetically black
I am placed in a box or fetishized … I am apologetically black
My choices are questioned for fear of me standing out to much and being no longer seen a “safe” …I am un-apologetically black
My family -who loves me dearly - gives me hell about locking my hair for fear I won’t get a good paying job or will be seen differently … I am still un-apologetically black
My black card is dissected by friends, family and strangers because I don’t talk act or do things that “black people do “… I am still un-apologetically black
I don’t speak my pain, anger and non-understanding of the injustices my people face day in and day out on social media sites or in banal conversations that go nowhere …I am still un-apologetically black
I am un-apologetically, obviously, deeply rooted in love with my blackness black and proud.