
Destitute of light, the void of all color. Dark without feeling. This is just some of the bullshit that Webster has in the dictionary for what I am. AMAZING, STRONG, AWESOME, KING, QUEEN, CREATOR, ORIGINAL; these are all the words I think about when I think about BLACK. Don’t be fooled into thinking that you are inferior. The first man on God’s green earth was of African descent. That means like it or not everybody is black. Learn to love your blackness. Question those that hate themselves. “Oh, he’s so black, or she’s so black. Black is tar.” Funny right? But coming from a black person, how funny is that really? So you straighten your hair and put red lipstick on. Who are you trying to be? Can’t be trying to be black. Why do we think that proper grammar is talking white? When did not going to school become cool? Why do you consider hip-hop a black culture? Hip-hop is universal for the record. And for the slow people in the peanut gallery, that’s white, black, yellow, green, shit even purple. If you see a group of black kids on a dark street, would you continue to walk down it or cross it? If you seen a group of whit kids on the same dark street, would you continue to walk down it or cross it? where do we get these preconceived notions that all black is bad? I was once told by a wise man that the victor in the writes the history books. So if your ancestors were taken from their native land, how would they be written about in these history books? I say all of this just to purely invoke the thought of change. Change in one’s mind and one’s soul. So that other nationalities can embrace us as well as we should embrace ourselves. Is being born black a curse or a gift? How do you answer that? I believe you can tell a lot about yourself by how you answer that question.