What If? My Naïve Mind

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What if the world could be simplified like an algebraic equation? All the inconsistencies of racism, hate, and violence could be balanced out by elements of love, faith, and charity, resulting in the tranquility of the nation. Instead of anger rearing anger, it is diffused at the source. The word prejudice could be deleted from the dictionary or replaced with a meaning that falls along the lines of inspiring instead of prejudging. What if the ‘bang-bang shoot em up’ group of individuals put down their choice of destruction and choose to battle it out with break dancing moves instead? Every group would have a super strong person that transports the boom box high up on his or her shoulders from corner to corner. Getting caught up in cross fire would simply mean becoming a spectator in a flash back to the eighties and once everything is said and done every being could go back to living their life.
Children, teenagers, and seniors could run, play or walk through any neighborhood without fear. Viciousness would be a name on a street sign and not a  ‘food for thought’ mentality. Flying bullets would become flying seeds embedded into the ground for the nourishment of the land and its people. My race would be your race although flesh tones may vary due to origins and exposure to the sun. Where the saying it doesn’t matter will really mean it doesn’t matter instead of just a Band-Aid to cover up those bigger issues.
In this world Republican, Tea Party, Democrat, Independents, Communist, and Dictators would be the name of amusement park rollercoasters for thrill seekers. Every representation of life would be presented in broad daylight in a positive manner with love being the root of all existence. Children would be labeled as all children instead of being segregated into complex murals of distinct environments embittered by hate on one end and privilege on the other. What if…. just what if, all was right with the world?

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Stop analyzing the fall

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The saying or idea, when you fall, dust yourself off and get back up was a concept I thought I had conquered well. It took almost 4 decades for me to realize I was only skimming the surface. I consider myself to be an over thinker and there is nothing I hate more than making a mistake, except to make that same mistake twice. Whether it be in my work life, family/friend life, or even love life. My question to myself was always what could I do better the next time to prevent certain outcomes? My motto was if you fall while riding the bike, get up dust yourself off and think about what you did wrong to avoid doing it again the next time you get back on the bike. I tended to beat myself up for years while licking my wounds after they had already healed from fear of reopening them. Silly girl I was. For most of my life, I have had this bad habit of contemplating the reason for the fall.
I realize now, the reason for the fall is irrelevant. What is important, is not letting the fall stop me from reaching my goals and dreams, and what the Creator has set in stone for me. Before a baby can master walking he or she must fall and learn to stand back up and try again. Even if they repeatedly fall after the same number of steps taken. They keep going and eventually start running. I guess the point I am trying to make is don’t lose precious moments of your life analyzing the reason why you fell. Life has no replay button for you to examine the bump in the road your tripped over, just so you can avoid tripping again. Just remember to push forward after you have gotten yourself up and dusted off. Life is short and bittersweet, and we are all created perfectly flawed. We are going to make mistakes, we are going to fall. How else are we going to learn how to walk yet along run? But hey what do I know? I am just trying to encourage someone else while encouraging myself because we are in this world together.

Protect Your Aura!

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background-black-bright-220618    There are times you will call come across people in your life that sense your predestined greatness and want to share a part of your light. They don’t always understand the brightness of your aura but know that it is something that is special and spiritual.  Sometimes you will come across people who fear that same brightness.  They will pretend to share a part of it while you are within eyesight but not due to maliciousness, just lack of understanding of what makes you tick or special.  Then there are those that are envious of your light.  They will feed off it until it begins to flicker like a candle in an open window during a stormy night.  They don’t care what makes you bright and their only intent is causing chaos and destroying whatever it is that makes your light shine.  Learn the difference, know the difference.  If anybody didn’t tell you today that you are great and you are loved….well guess what? You are great and you are loved! Let your light shine bright.

 

 

 

From the heart: This time it’s personal…

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Recently, due to a very publicized tragedy of another law official being acquitted of all charges surrounding the death of a young black male, I decided to have a genuine discussion with my teenage sons about how they felt about being black in today’s world. It was disheartening to hear my boys say, that they feel as if they always have to be extra cautious when playing outside because of the color of their skin.  To elaborate further, I have never been a fan of toy guns and reframed from buying them myself but personal reservations haven’t kept others from giving them to my boys as gifts. My youngest son stated that he only plays with his toy gun in the house because he doesn’t want a police officer to think it’s a real gun and shoot him.  The gun is bright red with an orange tip and realistically there is no way of mistaking it for a real firearm.  I couldn’t tell him that his reason was silly, although a couple of decades back my younger brother played innocently enough with silver cap guns in the front yard with his friends with no incidents.

This is now and in today’s reality, he has a reason to be fearful.   As a parent, there is nothing more heartbreaking than hearing the fears of your children and not being able to give them comfort or defer their fears because you share their same fears.  How do you tell your black sons that there is no target on their back when there is a target on their back. I try to be pretty straight forward with my children especially my sons because I don’t want to ever leave them under the false pretense that life is fair because it’s not.  I also don’t want them to go about life as if they are owed something because of what their ancestors went through.  I do want them to understand that their lives matter.  Black lives matter, and it’s not just a captivating catchphrase that someone came up with for attention. The conversation prompted me to capture the moment of what my sons are faced with and try to leave them with some sense of encouragement through an art form.  Words that they can return to through periods where they feel defeated and know… that their mom was rooting for them through every adversity faced.

Son’s I lead you with this…

My Black Sons

This world will try to tear you down and make you question your worth.

This world will try to break you down and make you doubt your faith.

This world will try and shape the perception you have of yourself by always projecting negative images of who you are and what you stand for.

This world will try to twist your words and poison your mind and leave you feeling as if you cannot make mistakes.

This world will try to hide who and where you come from and put emphasize on the oppression you have faced and label you as doomed.

Tell you, you’re not needed here and who you will grow to be.

Make you fearful of what you will become if you react to injustices placed before you.

Make you feel like a caged animal that has to constantly fight to get some type of solidarity

This world will make you think that because you are black you are tarnished and being born with brown skin means you are a failure….

I will be here to encourage you and prove how this world is a snake pit of liars.

Surround you with a love that is strong enough to keep out the naysayers who say you can’t.

Show you how mistakes are only hindering to your life if you don’t learn from them and strive to do better, be better.

Help you to block out the noise that tries to threaten your existence and make you feel like a second class citizen.

Explain to you the journey of those cut short by this world and how their journey was not in vain

And remind you that all things are possible through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ no matter how others may see me.

Remind you that this world is just temporary and we are simply just passing through

Remind you that you come from a legacy of Kings and Queens and black is beautiful and always will be.

Remind you that no matter what picture the world paints, you my sons, are warriors and will not fall victim to who they want you to be. But be who you were created to be against all odds.

Color Barriers

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The year is 2014 and the world still has not figured out how to coexist in harmony as people instead of colors. Racism is alive and still rearing its ugly head hindering the nation from growth. Through my eyes I see the same oppression as my ancestors. Martin Luther King’s great renowned speech, “I have a dream” is still just a dream. It’s disturbing to hear rumors of an entities history wanting to be stripped from school books as if it never happen because it was an ugly truth. It’s disheartening to feel that the color of my skin can determine my fate. It’s discouraging to feel that my being is attached with labels and obstructions because of a heritage I wear proudly. My personal past is colorful from personas not because it was based on a skin tone.

This color stricken society in where we reside, dictates what and…

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Color Barriers

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The year is 2014 and the world still has not figured out how to coexist in harmony as people instead of colors. Racism is alive and still rearing its ugly head hindering the nation from growth. Through my eyes I see the same oppression as my ancestors. Martin Luther King’s great renowned speech, “I have a dream” is still just a dream. It’s disturbing to hear rumors of an entities history wanting to be stripped from school books as if it never happen because it was an ugly truth. It’s disheartening to feel that the color of my skin can determine my fate. It’s discouraging to feel that my being is attached with labels and obstructions because of a heritage I wear proudly. My personal past is colorful from personas not because it was based on a skin tone.

This color stricken society in where we reside, dictates what and how we teach our children. Even with the color complexities in place, I still choose to teach them love, respect, and equality for all people. A race is something you compete in and not to be used as a box to lock you in. Our communities are feeling the pressure of injustices imposed upon by colors. Celebrity and non-celebrity individuals are promoting hate by spewing out insensitive vulgarities. What was talked about behind closed doors is now a broadcast across the airways proving that the ways of the world is still inconsistent. Are we all not made of flesh? Do we all not have hearts that beat? Do we all not have the same fears as human beings in life? Do we all not shed tears of sorrow in times of grief? Do we all not turn to dust after the grave? We are more alike than not, so what is the problem?

The Power Of Words

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Healing“Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me!” That’s a chant known too many of us across the world but newsflash some words hurt more than lashings. Bruises eventually fade but words can stick to your heart for a life time. Words have the ability to strip people of confidence, their self-worth and hinder them from accomplishing dreams. Words have the power to break up relationships no matter how many years invested. Words have the authority to cause family rifts to fester and grow until the door to forgiveness is sealed. Words possess the weight to make even the happiest child withdraw from the world. We as people have to be careful with the words we let sprout out of our mouth, even if it is driven by emotions. How many times have we as individuals led by anger, bitterness, and hurt lashed out at someone we were close too with simple jargon. Even though those expressions are more often than not later regretted, there is no way to undo the damage or unplant the seed of doubt. On the flip side the same words that can sting like wasps can also heal even the deepest wounds. Positive words creates a positive reflection. So to keep it sweet and simple use your words wisely, no matter the situation. Remember once it is said, it can never be taken back.