That's right. I too am America. With my single mom, hip-hop loving, nappy hair having, black man adoring azz. I too am America. I don't know why but sometimes I let it blow my mind that some people still don't get that this thing is happening. It's underway. The power structure that we used to allow to dictate for us what we like, what we feel, what is beautiful and what is true is falling. Individuals have access to more information and more quickly than at any other time in history . Now that a person can connect with the entire world from his or her own living room and find out the truth for themselves(or at least a different version of the truth) the strong hold that these preditors had on our mind is ending.
With that said I wonder if it surprises you when I say that I too am America. For so long the prevailing idea or what it was to be a real American or better yet All American meant that you looked a paricular way and that you lived a paricular way. Well I am certain that I do not look like that once popular notion of what an American looks like but I assure you that I too am American. I too represent America. In the America that I live in I see a multiplicity of races, features, attitudes and cultures. I see Asian people and Latin people and Black people and White people. And ever increasingly I see people that are not so easy to categorize. I see evidence of the races that have lived together in America for so many years coming together. Procreating and combining cultures. I see that America. I see a flag waving rebel screaming "Go Back To Africa" and yes he too is America. We all are.
And to my brothers, sisters, associates and critics who would say that I am foolish to call myself American being that I am the descedant of kidnap victims and therefore this is not my home. I say you are correct in that I am far away from my ancestral birthplace, but I was born, raised, educated, loved, lied to, and live in America. I know of no other place to go to and call my home. I realize that this is due to the tradgedy of the African Holocaust. However the fact remains that I live in America, my story is an American story, my parents and child were born in America, I have suffered with and because of America. I am an American. I too am America.
All Hail The Commander in Chief ~ God Bless The First Family
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
A Gentle Reminder
Driving to the dentist office the other day I was listeneing to the Yolanda Adams Morning Show as she was signing off. In her parting words she said "Hug somebody today, it may be the only hug they receive." As I thought about Yolanda's instructions I said to myself perhaps I would hug someone later in the day because I knew that I wouldn't be hugging anybody at the dentist office. About 30 minutes later I almost became overwhelmed when the hygienist that I met 7 minutes ago hugged me.
She and I were discussing my dental insurance which lead to me explaning some things to her about this transitional time that I am in regarding my job. At that point she began to speak to me and my circumstances and told me that God has something great for me. She said that I would be making more money in my next occupation than I made working for the company I just left. She said I was young and smart and that God had plans for me that I may not understand but that would work to my benefit. The whole conversation developed so organically. I know it was the presence of God moving in the room.
Her name is Patricia and I doubt if I will ever forget her. And when she hugged me I felt God telling me "Bless your heart girl...you don't know nothing". Like He was laughing at me for making my bold statement about what I knew was not going to happen at the dentist office. My father reminded me that He was in charge of all I see and all I don't see. He also took that time to remind me that I was wrapped in His loving arms and that I was taken care of. God reminded me that it was already alright.
She and I were discussing my dental insurance which lead to me explaning some things to her about this transitional time that I am in regarding my job. At that point she began to speak to me and my circumstances and told me that God has something great for me. She said that I would be making more money in my next occupation than I made working for the company I just left. She said I was young and smart and that God had plans for me that I may not understand but that would work to my benefit. The whole conversation developed so organically. I know it was the presence of God moving in the room.
Her name is Patricia and I doubt if I will ever forget her. And when she hugged me I felt God telling me "Bless your heart girl...you don't know nothing". Like He was laughing at me for making my bold statement about what I knew was not going to happen at the dentist office. My father reminded me that He was in charge of all I see and all I don't see. He also took that time to remind me that I was wrapped in His loving arms and that I was taken care of. God reminded me that it was already alright.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Why Black Girls Can't Go In The Pool
Recently I decided to cut the relaxer out of my hair and start wearing my hair in it's natural state. Now that I have been wearing it natural for about 2 months it has dawned on me that for the majority of my 40 years I have always worn my hair straightened out in one way or another. When I was a little girl my mother would press my hair with a straightening comb. Occasionally in the summer she would allow me to get my hair braided. But I could only wear it braided in the summner and never EVER to church. It was like wearing my hair "too natural looking" or perhaps worst of all "too African looking" to church was some sort of sacrilege. (Now dealing with that statement alone would take a year's worth of blogs to begin to address)
What I have realized is that I have never known what my hair feels and looks like in it's natural state. Even when I have cut the relaxer out in the past I have always put a texturizer in it within a few weeks. It's amazing what I have learned about my own hair since going chemical free. Turns out I like the way my hair looks and feels in this state. I used to think my hair had two textures, got a perm and need a perm. The tiny little curls that I used to call my need a perm hair (aka new growth) I now call my hair doing what it do. It took me 40 years to realize that I actually prefer my hair the way it grows out of my scalp. I like the tiny little curls and I even like the fuzzy peices on top of the tiny curls.
And one of the best parts about it is I don't have to be afraid of water anymore. Our burning drive to conform to western standards of beauty has forced black women to hide and run in horror at the thought of moisture touching their hair. Hmmmmm....something bout that don't sound quite right to me.
Black women are forced to be afraid of, run from, and treat water like the enemy. How crazy is that? We have to make sure that the shower cap is tight enough so we don't get any water on our hair in the shower. Some of us who prefer showers choose to take baths just to be on the "safe side". More important to not mess up your perm that to clean your body in the way that feels best to you. If it's raining outside then there is a strong possibility that we just won't be going out. Better to sit in the house with straight hair than to go out into the world and risk getting it wet. Black women have been known to refuse to have sex with their men, sleep sitting up, and stay off the dance floor when their favorite song comes on all out of all out of a strong dedication to the assimilation. Stronger than the need to satisfy her man, stronger than the need for a comfortable sleep, stronger than the need to break it down to her favorite song is her need to have straight hair. Some women don't even care if their hair is healthy, as long as it's stright.
And please PLEASE don't even mention getting in the pool. You may have noticed us, sitting on the side of the pool with our feet in the water. Thinking "Nobody better NOT splash any water on me and get my hair wet". I mean afterall it would take the rest of the night to do it all over again if it gets wet.
Meanwhile everyone else is in the pool swimming laughing splashing and having a grand old time. "O Well. Maybe I didn't get the excercise and exhilaration that everyone else did...but at least my hair still looks cute."
It breaks my heart every time I take my nieces to the beach or the pool and the whole issue of them getting their hair wet has to be a major part of the planning. It is not like this for any other segment of the population. Only us. We are the only ones who have been singled out for this particular facet of the tragedy that is our appointed charge to conform to white culture. This "burden" is ours to bear alone.
But wait! Oh yeah that's right. This is a burden that we choose to bear.When I wear my hair in it's natural state I can take a shower with no shower cap. I can walk in the rain and feel the drops on my face and head. And I can jump in the pool and I can swim, and float and splash and laugh witnout a thought of having to spend the hours following my time in the pool forcing my hair back into submission. Forcing it to look like someone else's hair.
I think the thing that I love most about my natural hair is how resilient it is. The way month after month and year after year through pressing, texturizing and relaxing it would come back time and time again. All nappy and new asking for another chance to be seen. I love this about my hair. The fact that eventhough I tried to force it to be something it was not...it continued to revert back to it's natural state. When I let my hair be it's own true self I am free to be mine.
What I have realized is that I have never known what my hair feels and looks like in it's natural state. Even when I have cut the relaxer out in the past I have always put a texturizer in it within a few weeks. It's amazing what I have learned about my own hair since going chemical free. Turns out I like the way my hair looks and feels in this state. I used to think my hair had two textures, got a perm and need a perm. The tiny little curls that I used to call my need a perm hair (aka new growth) I now call my hair doing what it do. It took me 40 years to realize that I actually prefer my hair the way it grows out of my scalp. I like the tiny little curls and I even like the fuzzy peices on top of the tiny curls.
And one of the best parts about it is I don't have to be afraid of water anymore. Our burning drive to conform to western standards of beauty has forced black women to hide and run in horror at the thought of moisture touching their hair. Hmmmmm....something bout that don't sound quite right to me.
Black women are forced to be afraid of, run from, and treat water like the enemy. How crazy is that? We have to make sure that the shower cap is tight enough so we don't get any water on our hair in the shower. Some of us who prefer showers choose to take baths just to be on the "safe side". More important to not mess up your perm that to clean your body in the way that feels best to you. If it's raining outside then there is a strong possibility that we just won't be going out. Better to sit in the house with straight hair than to go out into the world and risk getting it wet. Black women have been known to refuse to have sex with their men, sleep sitting up, and stay off the dance floor when their favorite song comes on all out of all out of a strong dedication to the assimilation. Stronger than the need to satisfy her man, stronger than the need for a comfortable sleep, stronger than the need to break it down to her favorite song is her need to have straight hair. Some women don't even care if their hair is healthy, as long as it's stright.
And please PLEASE don't even mention getting in the pool. You may have noticed us, sitting on the side of the pool with our feet in the water. Thinking "Nobody better NOT splash any water on me and get my hair wet". I mean afterall it would take the rest of the night to do it all over again if it gets wet.
Meanwhile everyone else is in the pool swimming laughing splashing and having a grand old time. "O Well. Maybe I didn't get the excercise and exhilaration that everyone else did...but at least my hair still looks cute."
It breaks my heart every time I take my nieces to the beach or the pool and the whole issue of them getting their hair wet has to be a major part of the planning. It is not like this for any other segment of the population. Only us. We are the only ones who have been singled out for this particular facet of the tragedy that is our appointed charge to conform to white culture. This "burden" is ours to bear alone.
But wait! Oh yeah that's right. This is a burden that we choose to bear.When I wear my hair in it's natural state I can take a shower with no shower cap. I can walk in the rain and feel the drops on my face and head. And I can jump in the pool and I can swim, and float and splash and laugh witnout a thought of having to spend the hours following my time in the pool forcing my hair back into submission. Forcing it to look like someone else's hair.
I think the thing that I love most about my natural hair is how resilient it is. The way month after month and year after year through pressing, texturizing and relaxing it would come back time and time again. All nappy and new asking for another chance to be seen. I love this about my hair. The fact that eventhough I tried to force it to be something it was not...it continued to revert back to it's natural state. When I let my hair be it's own true self I am free to be mine.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Morning Prayer
Dearest Creator,
Thank You for this life. Thank You for my talents and blessings. Thank You for my friends and family. Thank You for my experiences. Thank You for this day. This morning. This moment. I am Your humble servant Lord. Take me and mold me and do with me what You will. I adore You God. With You and I am everything. Without You I do not exist.
Thank You for my past, my ancestors, and my future generations. Thank You for the blood coursing through my veins. Thank You for being infinitely perfect again and again with the rising of each day's sun. Thank You for counting me worthy to bask in Your glory. To sit at Your table. To seek Your counsel. You are forever and ever my Almighty God. You will forever be.
Thank You for this life. Thank You for my talents and blessings. Thank You for my friends and family. Thank You for my experiences. Thank You for this day. This morning. This moment. I am Your humble servant Lord. Take me and mold me and do with me what You will. I adore You God. With You and I am everything. Without You I do not exist.
Thank You for my past, my ancestors, and my future generations. Thank You for the blood coursing through my veins. Thank You for being infinitely perfect again and again with the rising of each day's sun. Thank You for counting me worthy to bask in Your glory. To sit at Your table. To seek Your counsel. You are forever and ever my Almighty God. You will forever be.
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