The Right:Journey Home

Alas,we were taken from the ivory coast,taken from our home.Shackled,dragged,chained,the Nubian Queens and Kings knocked from their thrones and denied their birthrights.The rights to be treated with respect,the right to be treated as a human being and not an animal,the right to prosper above adversity if we wanted to,the right to have a mind that transcends beyond the stars and the shallow drunken stupor of earthbound human thought.WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR DESIRE TO GET BACK THOSE RIGHTS? OUR RIGHTS? The rights to say I don't want to be disrespected to my face and told that because my dreadlocks are "unprofessional" I have to shave them to look like the low cut or fade of the white man. The right to say that I don't want to wear a weave and make myself look like a European when I am clearly a black African American.My skin tone is usually the hardest to find in the most natural of makeup because I am Black with a slight Native American influence, giving my skin a slightly red undertone.This mind is not a new one just a matured one,who remembers things of centuries past though not lived.I can feel it despite time and its evolution creating a gap between us.Having some sort of permission to look back at the future,It like I'm right beside you and I can feel the pain on your face.The pain as your mother is ripped away never to be seen again.The pain of watching as they brand one of your fellow Africans and coming to the realization that you will be next and trying to mentally prepare yourself for the inevitable.The burn of castration to your body.However,today we let this happen without same,the place us in little categorized boxes and  tell us "Stay there nigger this is as far as you go!" and we listen.We allow our selves to be boxed and allow trends and stereotypes to dictate to us who we are.We may embrace our culture but we must also embrace us,the fact that though we are all the same race none of us are the same. Some of us are products of a broken home where violence has become so familiar we don't even recognize it right in front of us.Some of us have been enslaved to doctrines and teachings and must break from the ways of the very law we are saved by to follow the way of the spirit.We must learn to stop second guessing our faith and learn to be at one with God and the universe.We must learn to wholeheartedly say that it is well within my soul.I have struggle through this thing for a purpose and I will believe that until the manifestation of that purpose is revealed.I will stop letting bad habits and evil things have there way when I am upset,hurt,or worried.I will not get upset when things don't go my  way.I thought I knew everything there was to know,I thought I was perfected in my walk to the highest degree.However, one of the best things about walking in the spirit of Christ and TRUE Christian love is always being willing to look at one's self and to grow into more than you currently are.Every person,obstacle,challenge,or enemy is a door to a new season.They are the things you must endure to escape your comfort zone to rise to the occasion and conquer adversity.When life is perfect all the time and your not being challenged PANIC.....ENJOY IT !!!!!! .....BUT PANIC!!! Our ancestors were over-comers and that is why we are still here to enjoy the freedoms and privileges they died for. We are not living our dreams but theirs.

THE ACCIDENTAL OBSESSION

It was an accident from the start.I knew I had a crush on him.Why would I ask him to befriend me of all things. So I could spend ALL my time looking at his page instead of most of it? The great thing about it is I know better I know how it is.Boys like him don't go for girls who are tall,dark skin,and worst of all,overweight. I just could NOT fight my curiosity, he accepted me and I stared at his beautiful face through cyberspace all night.I was obsessed with him, not in love with him.He was only a cute face but yet I wanted to know him.In the end, all these things were hopes of dreamlike, wishful thinking.Now when I go back to work in November I'll have to see HIM if he's still there. I pray he moved on to somewhere else. I am so not prepared for the AWKWARDNESS. If he know I hope he keeps it to himself. I hope he hides it in his subconscious never to let it resurface again. I hope it just........DIES!!!!