Let us do three things this year
Joyous Kwanzaa
I’d like to highlight the #blacklivesmatter movement for holding the sacred truths of Kwanzaa (deliberate or not). In reality, we are not far from the African American Civil Rights Movement (1954-1968). Our fight as black people may have transition but it has not changed.
2017 saw too much black death, by a fellow brother or sister, by a cop, by leaders who abuse their power, and citizens whom are quick to pick up a pistol before having that same quickness to listen. Sometimes I think we want to see hate, and violence, and discrimination as it’s a mask energy source. As if we as a country do not know how to live in harmony and peace. Or maybe we are afraid of it
Children are not born hateful, it is taught! Allow our children dear universe, equal opportunity to play and scrap their knees with one another. For our daughters not to be discouraged because their isn’t foundation to match their skin tone. For our sons to be known for their character and to not be known for the quality of his sneakers. For our children, dear universe, to aspire to be doctors, lawyers, construction owners, business owners, chefs, inventors, cosmetologist, teachers, and preachers as well. For them, limitless is their only option. We went to be equally recognized in the media, movies, politics, and music; equally paid not based on gender or skin tone, but on hard work.
Many are threatened by the black lives matter movement/ civil rights movement just like they were in the 50’s and 60’s. There’s not a reason for fear. We black people, minorities, and women are the ones who live in fear. We come in peace. We demand respect, do not apologize for our integrity, we do not apologize for our kinky hair, dark skin, and broad backs. We are made in the image of our father, the creator of the universe. We don’t want our children to fear going to school for the fear of being killed is so surreal. Or fathers in the morning says goodbye to his children, but in his mind, he questions “will this be my final goodbye?”
I don’t want to read about another Trans/Queer/LGBTQIA person being killed, and never given their day of justice in front of blind lady liberty. I don’t want another brother or sister who is Trans/Queer/LGBTQIA and them not be recognized as human beings with a soul and as an equal creation from our creator.
I pray that in 2018 there are no more deaths plagued by the disease or prejudice, racism, and hate. I pray that in 2018 everyone has insurance. I pray that in 2018 no one goes to bed hungry, and no one is sleeping in the winter or summer, under a bridge or on the sidewalks. I pray for change!
I also understand that those who fought and continue to fight the good fight would want us in 2018 to keep fighting, but not just for us. For anyone without a voice. I pray eventually we birth a generation that is moved past race and gender and seen as a human. I pray that our society stops viewing individuals who are not white skin, or blue eyes as different. For we are a people, with a soul, with a story, and a child of the universe; just like them.
It’s our responsibility to our fellow brothers and sisters of the good fight. to build and maintain our community together and make our brothers’ and sisters’ problems our problems and to solve them together
Kujichgulia- Self Determination
I determined to continue to make my voice heard on this earth about the injustice, inequality, discrimination, hatred, provoked fear and sexual assaults against my people. I have a voice I have a blog and I will write.
Because me too!
I’m determined to pray for my nation, and corrupted leaders. I am determined to stand against hate, march peacefully alongside lady justice. We can be the checks and the balance. American, do you hear us! Are we I being heard!
Is our voice loud enough! Do you feel our passion?? Do you feel our anger?? Do you see our hurt?
Because me too!
I am determined to speak prayers of life. Sings songs of encouragement. Write with integrity. I am determined to listen to the earth and to be its representative. Do you hear me! This is my office, the election I’ve won.
Because you too!
My black brothers, and kinky haired sister- you matter! your vote counts. when you walk stomp, carrying a belt of righteousness and the book of truth. When you speak make lightning come from your mouth. When you stomp, leave a footprint! Speak for the young! Be determined and resilient. Be courageous. Come death, hell, or high waters- We my brothers and sister; “we shall overcome” today! not someday!
Because us too!
Hand in hand we stand! Locked arms we are a mighty wall. And this is not Jericho, we will not be broken! Look to your left and your right, we have the angels on our side. We have Yahweh! With our walking sticks, we part waters and go to our promised land.
We are determined.
Because you too!
Umoja- Unity
When I think of unity I think of “wholeness” this year I’ve been made whole in many areas of my life. I’m not as sick as I have been, no longer homeless and no longer alone. Unity was a choice I had to make; a goal I set and one I conquered. I’m grateful! Is all I can say. There’s something and someone bigger than me and kept me company. I cried much, but my tears never fell on empty grounds.
I am whole
I think about all the trials and tribulations we as African Americans have overcome and still face, while death is outside our door, we still sing “we shall overcome” I have never been as proud as I have as an African American until we came together, made our voices heard, and are still demanding justice and equality.
We are whole
United we stand Divided we shall fall. God is with us. Our ancestors march within us from the heavens, opening doors, and blasting with trumpets. We are not alone. History can’t forget our marks that we are leaving on this earth. And the future will not ignore us.
We are ONE!
Joyous Kwanzaa, everyone.
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