"Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes...”
African-American. I'm not really a fan of that term when describing myself, since I've never been to Africa and Africa doesn’t come back when I traced my maternal lineage 4 generations back. I prefer the term Black-American, and I barely like that. Why can't I just say American? I was born here. Why do I have to hyphenate, but White-Americans can just simply say American? As a Black man, society requires me to prefix myself. When I tell a fellow black person, even a white person, they question my opinion. It's as if they believe dropping the "Black" or "African" is causing me to drop a part of my identity or that I'm trying to spark an unnecessary fuse in an idea that most people are so accustomed to, so that I can just be different. That isn't the case.
I'm simply not a fan of racial labels. Race is real, labels exist, the systems are in place. To say I can't wait until we live a race-free world would be naive and ignorant of me. I just don't see that happening, at least not in my lifetime.
I started this blog, with the intent to go as deep as my poems (go check them out) and possibly teach someone something.I started with the intent to speak on race, the injustices of the world. However, as I was writing, I felt my focus shift & didn't completely feel I was in the position to cover those ideas anymore. Furthermore, I do hope a smidgen of my thoughts and opinions I did give, spark a conversation, get the dialogue ignited. To be honest, with an issue as broad as race, I'd have to write a book to get my thoughts, opinions, and ideas across; & would that even be enough?
If there’s anything I want you to take from this blog, it’s:
Stop walking on egg shells, don't be afraid to walk on glass. Speak the thoughts that make you stutter, make your voice crack, make you cry. Speak your truth!