I TOO am America

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