At this present time I am at the highest height of my consciousness, the pinnacle of my grandeur, the crescendo of my intellectual ability. I thank God for giving me these cognitive abilities, thus I am not only able to think but analyze with great spectrum. I feel that my life has purpose and this is my philosophy: I am the owner of my destiny. No one can empower me but myself and no one can love me like myself. I have came to the the conclusion that this thing called life is easier than I thought. All it takes is sacrifice, a clear mind, a clean body, and constant flow of positive energy to attract only the best things in life. And of course a clean environment because like your mind, the storage of gunk is an unnecessary hindrance. For I am the one who has attracted all of the success whether big or small into my life. No one forced me to read what I read, no one forced me to watch what I watch, no one forced me to go where I go and love who I love. Which is why I study on my own time even when I'm not in school. I will forever love to learn and I thank God for that too. I vow to be a conduit for the positive flow of energy and I will share this wonderful journey with the world. Spreading peace and love and outliving my greatest desires. As well as educating and motivating people around the world. My life has purpose...
Thank You
Monday, April 15, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
The Challenges of being Mocha
I LOVE MY SKIN.
I love how it glows in the sun light. How it compliments every color I wear. How unique and exotic my tan looks in the summer. How radiant it looks in the winter. How it protects me from skin cancer. I love every inch of my skin and every hint of melanin in my cells that create ME.
I LOVE MY HAIR.
I love how it thick it is. How course it is. How long it is. How fast it grows. How strong it is. I love its dark hue and the hints of red hue that emerge with the help of the sun. I love how it protects me from lice and other invaders. I love my kinks and how it curls with out a distinct pattern. I love how it can transform from straight to kinky in one day. I love how my hair grows up towards the sun establishing my divine connection with God. I love how my hair is historically related to the definition of 9 ether. I love its density and the fact that it can be drier than the Saharan desert. I love my AFRO. I love how people stare at it when I walk into a room. It reminds me that its the most unique on the planet.
I LOVE MY ANCESTORS.
I love how I am a descendant of the most powerful, intellectual and opulent human beings that have ever walked on this planet. I love my African brothers and sisters who have not only paved the way for my success but the success of Caucasians. I love mother Africa with her cornucopia of wealth and supply of rare goods. I love knowing that I am related to the people who built the pyramids of Giza or Tariq and his army of moors from Africa who conquered Spain in 711. I love El Hajj Malik Shabazz, Marcus Mosiah Garvey, Martin Luther King, John Henrik Clarke, and the several others of our fathers who have made remarkable contributions to not only African history but world history.
SO WHY DO MY PEOPLE HATE ALL OF THIS.
Why are my people afraid of being their selves? How can people walk around saying they are the realest people on the planet but display themselves as the most fraudulent? Its the most confusing dichotomy. The least you can do is be true to your blackness. Having a fat ass or voluptuous breast or a ratchet hood personality does not make you true to your blackness. And if having that is all you have to show for yourself then honey, good luck with finding mr. right.
So why am I always accused of being fake? And why did my 75 year old grandmother make this VERY FALSE assumption about my natural hair: "I bet you get a lot of those Africans boys trying to talk to you now, right?" My response was: "You want to know something grandma, in fact I don't. I wish I did! But I get quite the opposite! Since I've been natural I have been a magnet to the most non-black and mature men that I have ever seen in my entire life!" Why is that? Its a very dismal reality isn't it? We think we will be more accepted by the white man if we change ourselves when in fact we still aren't. We are so beautiful that they taught us to hate ourselves. And to think black men would complain about the black woman and her relics with the non-black man.
Its all our fault. (And I'm only perceived as fake because those accusers are not accustomed to the truth.) Call it brainwash and ignorance. And I love my grandmother, she has a lot of experiences to share but just because you are old does not make you free from ignorance. Remember ignorance truly is bliss. Maybe if we loved ourselves more, others will love us back and appreciate us more. Especially if it was passed down from our elders. Not saying that we need validation from others. Just saying that the acknowledgment of our natural beauty is the next step to making us stronger as a group. But I digress. I blame my nature. The fact that I've noticed that I rarely received attention from any other man than a black man the years before I started to wear my natural hair and all of our black men are in these music videos glorifying the European or the European-looking woman, disgusts me! We can't have both our men and our women hating themselves. And they complain when the majority of women they sought after are not natural. Its not called settling its called ATTRACTION. So don't get upset when i'd rather have a non-black man than deal with a confused man like yourself with your attractions. And I love black men but the mentality of this generations black men seems unrepairable. (Maybe thats why I date older men). And what makes it so obscure is that my ideal black man is difficult to find because his prejudices cause him to expect me to be like any other black women so he continues to date the superficial black women or he dates a non-black woman in which he shows off like a pendant of his success. And this cycle from both of us renders us both at fault.
So why so much self-hatred?
LACK OF EDUCATION.
The education and empowerment of our people is the most essential factor in our recovery. Look I'm only 22 and I know people in their 50's who don't even know what I know or preach what I preach. So that's all I have to say.
P.S. The internet makes most things accessible nowadays.
Last words:
If you were not born that way then it is not you.
"Let us remove the kinks from our mind and not our hair"- Marcus Garvey
I dont care who he is, if he does not accept you for who you are then he is not worth your time...
I love how it glows in the sun light. How it compliments every color I wear. How unique and exotic my tan looks in the summer. How radiant it looks in the winter. How it protects me from skin cancer. I love every inch of my skin and every hint of melanin in my cells that create ME.
I LOVE MY HAIR.
I love how it thick it is. How course it is. How long it is. How fast it grows. How strong it is. I love its dark hue and the hints of red hue that emerge with the help of the sun. I love how it protects me from lice and other invaders. I love my kinks and how it curls with out a distinct pattern. I love how it can transform from straight to kinky in one day. I love how my hair grows up towards the sun establishing my divine connection with God. I love how my hair is historically related to the definition of 9 ether. I love its density and the fact that it can be drier than the Saharan desert. I love my AFRO. I love how people stare at it when I walk into a room. It reminds me that its the most unique on the planet.
I LOVE MY ANCESTORS.
I love how I am a descendant of the most powerful, intellectual and opulent human beings that have ever walked on this planet. I love my African brothers and sisters who have not only paved the way for my success but the success of Caucasians. I love mother Africa with her cornucopia of wealth and supply of rare goods. I love knowing that I am related to the people who built the pyramids of Giza or Tariq and his army of moors from Africa who conquered Spain in 711. I love El Hajj Malik Shabazz, Marcus Mosiah Garvey, Martin Luther King, John Henrik Clarke, and the several others of our fathers who have made remarkable contributions to not only African history but world history.
SO WHY DO MY PEOPLE HATE ALL OF THIS.
Why are my people afraid of being their selves? How can people walk around saying they are the realest people on the planet but display themselves as the most fraudulent? Its the most confusing dichotomy. The least you can do is be true to your blackness. Having a fat ass or voluptuous breast or a ratchet hood personality does not make you true to your blackness. And if having that is all you have to show for yourself then honey, good luck with finding mr. right.
So why am I always accused of being fake? And why did my 75 year old grandmother make this VERY FALSE assumption about my natural hair: "I bet you get a lot of those Africans boys trying to talk to you now, right?" My response was: "You want to know something grandma, in fact I don't. I wish I did! But I get quite the opposite! Since I've been natural I have been a magnet to the most non-black and mature men that I have ever seen in my entire life!" Why is that? Its a very dismal reality isn't it? We think we will be more accepted by the white man if we change ourselves when in fact we still aren't. We are so beautiful that they taught us to hate ourselves. And to think black men would complain about the black woman and her relics with the non-black man.
Its all our fault. (And I'm only perceived as fake because those accusers are not accustomed to the truth.) Call it brainwash and ignorance. And I love my grandmother, she has a lot of experiences to share but just because you are old does not make you free from ignorance. Remember ignorance truly is bliss. Maybe if we loved ourselves more, others will love us back and appreciate us more. Especially if it was passed down from our elders. Not saying that we need validation from others. Just saying that the acknowledgment of our natural beauty is the next step to making us stronger as a group. But I digress. I blame my nature. The fact that I've noticed that I rarely received attention from any other man than a black man the years before I started to wear my natural hair and all of our black men are in these music videos glorifying the European or the European-looking woman, disgusts me! We can't have both our men and our women hating themselves. And they complain when the majority of women they sought after are not natural. Its not called settling its called ATTRACTION. So don't get upset when i'd rather have a non-black man than deal with a confused man like yourself with your attractions. And I love black men but the mentality of this generations black men seems unrepairable. (Maybe thats why I date older men). And what makes it so obscure is that my ideal black man is difficult to find because his prejudices cause him to expect me to be like any other black women so he continues to date the superficial black women or he dates a non-black woman in which he shows off like a pendant of his success. And this cycle from both of us renders us both at fault.
So why so much self-hatred?
LACK OF EDUCATION.
The education and empowerment of our people is the most essential factor in our recovery. Look I'm only 22 and I know people in their 50's who don't even know what I know or preach what I preach. So that's all I have to say.
P.S. The internet makes most things accessible nowadays.
Last words:
If you were not born that way then it is not you.
"Let us remove the kinks from our mind and not our hair"- Marcus Garvey
I dont care who he is, if he does not accept you for who you are then he is not worth your time...
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