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What Makes US?

I used to work with all black people during the late night shift so our conversations get pretty righteous! Most of the stuff we discuss can’t be spoken again during the day shifts. I like that because I feel that we, on the late night shift, have a sense of secrecy when all the other shifts come in a little later. I’m sure the other shifts have their conversations but not like the 3rd shift.

Usually on most nights, I’m sitting in an area closer to the rest of the people. Because there weren’t any seats, I had to seat a little far away. I still was in ear shot of what was being said. I listened and realized that many of the black people that I work with are pro black, like really. I’m not talking about the black people that are “woke” and wear dashikis all day although there is nothing wrong with wearing dashikis. I’m talking about just regular everyday black folks that are living their own personal truths. One of them are from the UK and that took me by surprise because I’ve never met anyone in person from the UK let alone a black man. Anyway he stated that he is 100% against interracial marriage when it comes to people that have made a name for themselves. It’s not really about the race but about the representation.

This is very interesting to hear because I do agree with this to a certain degree. If you made a name for yourself, you, involuntarily or otherwise, become a representation for other people of your race. Everyday people will look at you as an example and if you are with the opposite race then what message are you sending to the people that are looking up to you? How would it changed if Malcolm X or Martin Luther King Jr, just to name a few people, were dating white women? Would that change your opinion about them? If you said no, I’m sure you’re lying or probably white but I’m not here to judge. I can take this a bit further. If you are fighting for the rights of your people and preaching a gospel that you believe, but then are partaking in activities that go against what you are speaking of then you are a hypocrite, simply put. You can’t be a Neo Nazi and have a black wife. You can’t be Pan African and have a white husband. It just contradicts itself and what you are fighting for, if anything at all. Trust me, if you are against gay marriage and you supported a local politician because they are against the union of two men or two women, but found out that they were indeed sleeping with the same sex, would you still support them, honestly? We look at the things that, at the center of it all, means nothing.

But then someone mentioned something interesting. What if that person was with you since day one when you didn’t know any better? What if you were dating someone of the opposite race and they stuck by you through all of the ups and downs? What if you didn’t know you would fall in love with the same sex before you became who you were? That is a good counter argument because I’m sure you don’t want to end a friend or relationship because of something as trivial as race or sex. However I do believe that people are beings that learn through what they see while growing. It all depends on the individual’s personal value system. Depending on how that person was able to become successful, my opinion is that they have the freedom to fall in love with whomever they want. Just because someone of a particular race or sexuality became successful doesn’t mean they have to carry the torch for the entire race or a specific group of people. That’s putting too much pressure on one human being. You can be an example in more ways than one and if your way of being an example stops at who you end up dating, then I believe you need to see the bigger picture.

Because this isn’t a race or sex thing. This is a morality thing. I believe it is possible to be passionate about something but still see the world with no limits. We are just on the outside looking in. We can’t challenge someone all because of who they choose to date. Will we think less of former President Barack Obama if his wife was white or if he was a gay man? Are we really looking at the character of the person or their sexuality/skin complexion?

As a black queer person myself, I have my own arguments about this. I agree that the black race should get together and stop trying to be a part of a world that do not want them anyway. But that’s not what this is about. This is about the human race as a whole and why we place so much emphasis on the pigmentation of ones skin in the first place, among other things. I know I mentioned sexuality but that’s another article for another day. And to top it off, people aren’t sure where they stand on this issue. Some people believe that society puts too much emphasis on race but clearly race is an issue when it comes to certain aspects of everyday life. I’ll sit here and say that I don’t agree with interracial dating/marriage, but will I disrespect a family member or my child for loving someone of a different race? Absolutely not. Will I tolerate it? Yes I will. Will I work with them? Yes I will. Am I nice and respectful? Yes I am. Even though I have my views on things, I am still respectful because I am who I am as a HUMAN BEING. Not as a black woman or a queer woman but as a HUMAN first.  At the raw core of it all, we are human beings and I can’t treat another human being badly. Everyone have their preferences whether they choose to believe it or not, but at the end of it all, we are all humans and should be treated as a human first not as a color or as a sex.

After everything is said and done, the destruction of our planet will not be because of a natural disaster or a deadly illness. It will be due to human error. The human race has zero value and zero meaning other than it makes cents. Yes….cents. More on that another time.

Letting Go

I’ll be honest. Because it seems that my poetry isn’t really the biggest hit, I’m no longer going to post any of it here unless requested. That’s becoming a waste of time.

Anyway, letting go in all aspects of my life is something that I have a hard time doing. I can let go of something physically with no problems. When it comes to letting go of something emotionally or mentally is a different story. For example, I’ve dealt with a women on and off for three years. Yes we were a couple.

She and I was a couple but we are no longer together. Physically, I let her go. But getting over her emotionally is the hardest part for me. This is all old news as I’ve since found someone new, but the point I’m trying to make is that even though she’s not with me, she’s still with me. That’s why I don’t understand how people can just fall out of love with someone so quickly. If it took a while for you to fall in love with them, it should take you a while to get over them, in my opinion. I can forget about someone, but letting them go in my head is the issue for me.

Not just with people but with anything. I feel that there is something within me that I’m hanging on to but I just do not know what it can be. Is it fear? Is it anxiety? I can’t really put my finger on it. I’ve used to be a very clumsy person but I’ve gotten better over the years. Now I feel that in my carefulness, I stumble more on my words and worry too much about my next move. I tend to over plan, overthink and overall just overdo whatever it is that I need to do. It can get bothersome to the point that I just want to sit in a corner, cover my head and hide from everyone and everything.

This new woman that I’m dating is the complete opposite. She doesn’t plan and doesn’t worry too much about the next day let alone the next week. She is the definition of going with the flow. Besides just telling me that I will be alright, she shows me this thing that I think is a flaw can be a gift if I know how to manifest it. I just have to let go of whatever mental block that I may have that is stopping me from doing and being the best I can be. It is a slow process but I’m getting good at it.

Letting go can be difficult but it is totally worth the work and effort. Just think to yourself, what value does this person or thing bring to your life? If they were to disappear and you didn’t know about it, would it even effect you in a drastic way? If the answer is no then just let it go. Once I understood this, letting go became easier to me. Most people and things are just taking up valuable space in my life anyway.

Museum

I am the dusty display that is forgotten in the corner of the room

I am the exhibit that is behind the newer ones, I’m left there obligatorily

I am the stolen facts, the past centuries, the trespassed tombs, the stolen artifacts

I am the rare find, the foreign word and the undeniable crisis

yet I’m passed by for the newer displays put in front of me.

Only to those willing to seek me

To the eyes that read me, who adore me, who enjoy me, who appreciates me

To the ones who seek me, who run to me, who’s not afraid to share their knowledge of me

To those that embrace me, research me, cherish the fact that they found me

I am on display for the world and your eyes to see, hidden behind the veil

Only the seekers of truth will find power in me.

 

Silent Black Bubble

You never really know loneliness until you experienced it. I’m not talking about the kind of loneliness where you are sipping wine and binge watching your favorite shows on your favorite streaming network alone on a Friday night. No, I’m talking about the kind of loneliness where you are trapped in its bubble for the entire day, the entire week, the entire month,

the entire year…

And in this deep dark spell of loneliness, it is silent. The sound of silence outside of the typical noise of everyday is crippling at times. From the moment you rise with the sun, to the moment that you fall asleep with the Sandman, it is silent. Phony cordialities and shallow conversations are the only times that you speak to others at all. Even when you’re surrounded by a huge group of people, you still just feel like a fly on the wall, a pest that is searching for a way out of the room before anyone will notice that you’re there. When you’re actually alone in a room, you are trying to escape the noise you hear in your head and because it is so silent in the room other than maybe miniscule background noises, the voices can be so loud that all you can do is fall asleep to try and ignore them only to wake up and deal with everything all over again.

There is no escaping this bubble of loneliness. You do not want to reach out because countless times you feel as though you are a burden and people will think that you are just being overwhelmed or you’re just overthinking. Stop telling me that I’m overthinking. Why can’t I or someone else actually go through this day in and day out? It is exhausting to know that you have really no one that will truly understand this situation and even more exhausting to know that many people are unwilling to understand or try. Because of the awkwardness between myself and the people that I may speak to on each blue moon, I try to avoid interactions not because I’m shy or afraid to speak. I just know that they will be unwilling to continue speaking to me and we’ll fall back to the irritating routine of phony cordialities and shallow conversations.

Even if you ever find someone that will understand your plight, you still fell so deep within this dark bubble, it is hard trying to escape it. Feels more like an anchor on an already sunken ship. Maybe I don’t need a companion, a partner, a confidant, or a spouse. Maybe I don’t need anyone in my space due to many failing to relate or even wanting to. You ever just get the feeling that no one wants you? Not just in a relationship sense but in a friendship or cohort sense. It feels as though life has turned its back on you and you’re just within your own little bubble hanging on to what is presumed to be reality. That’s why most times I just feel like I’m just here. No reason, no purpose, no initial point of why I was even born. It just feels like life is a wet pavement and I’m trying to enjoy it by drawing plans for the future with chalk that will wash away as soon as I put it there.

In the words of Danny Brown,

Everybody say, you got a lot to be proud of
Been high this whole time, don’t realize what I done

Cause when I’m all alone, feel like no one care
Isolate myself and don’t go nowhere

I guess I’ll have to figure it out…

 

The NY

How many years have passed that you remembered how you celebrated the coming of a New Year? Do you even remember last New Year’s Eve when you got so drunk, you kissed this person and puked soon afterwards? That person thought it was them that made you puke. It was actually those tequila shots that your friend warned you about when you walked into whatever spot you and your friends decided to go to that night. Sounds like you had a good night out on New Year’s Eve, right? Enjoy the New Year.

But what is so special about that night that made it any different from any other night out? The prices to get into places around this time are more expensive. The places are too crowded and what exactly are you celebrating? Did you accomplish any of the goals that you said you were going to accomplish when bringing in 2016 last New Year’s Eve?  What is the point of celebrating yet another year where you’re most likely are going to be complacent yet again?

I’m not trying to sound like the rain on your parade, but really think about the concept of New Year’s Eve celebrations. People are really willing to pay more money just to do the same thing that they’ve done in the past during the year anyway. That’s not a celebration, in my opinion. Being around people I don’t know, drinking expensive alcohol just for the sake of drinking it, and not even remembering the day of celebration doesn’t sound like a celebration to me. A personal celebration such as a birthday or an anniversary is something you can celebrate in that manner because it is personal to you. But to celebrate a regular day just for the sake of “starting over” isn’t really logical. Kind of like celebrating the end of the month because you’re just that excited to start a new month.

The way people celebrate the NY should be the way people celebrate life everyday. I’m not saying to become an alcoholic or to party all the time (word to Eddie Murphy), but to cherish each day as if it is your last. Enjoy the gifts of life each day. The you today is different from the you of yesterday. The way people celebrate NYE/NY is kind of strange to me. I used to partake in the festivities of NYE, but it became mundane because of that fact that it was a waste of time, money and energy. Kind of like many holidays that we celebrate each year.

Don’t wait until NYE/NY to celebrate new beginnings. Don’t wait until the year is practically over to say that you’re going to make a change. It should be a NYE, new you everyday. Don’t become complacent. Make a change.

I’m excited for the New You. Let’s make 2017 and the rest of our lives worth it. Don’t allow your worth to be summed up in the crap you did, or didn’t, do in one year. The opportunities and the chances are unlimited. One year will never do to accomplish them all, but you can definitely strive to accomplish most of them.

Welcome to the new you (NY). In 2017 and the for the rest of my life, it’s going to be a NYE (new you everyday). Live it up!

Missed Train of Thought

To be alone does not mean that you don’t have people surrounding you. To be in a big room and feel invisible is how it feels to be alone. To go through the day as a ghost of your shell is how it feels to be alone. Do people see me? No one seems to see me. Silence surrounds me while there is noise in the room. To say that I am within a bubble is an understatement.

People fail to dive deep into the mind of other people for fear of what they may find there. In the shallow end of the pool, your feet will always touch the floor, but many people who are not used to swimming will always stay close to the shallow end for fear of their feet not touching the ground. Why wouldn’t you want to float? We go through life trying to stay afloat anyway. Why not take that chance with another human and float around their mind to see what you find.

You may find that the mind can be a place of self destruction if it is not structured correctly. It can collapse onto itself at any minute if you are not careful. Has my mind collapse which is why people do not want to venture in to it? Is it not safe anymore?

It can be a dangerous place to go, even for me. So I understand the notion.

Therefore, if I’m afraid to go that far into my own mind, why should I expect for someone to do the same?

Perhaps to maybe one day save me from my own mentality. To know that I have an anchor back into the real world if I were to ever drift away, I will feel better rather than wandering as would a ghost with no where to go but to float and to drift. Many times, companionship goes deeper than love. To have a partner that is able to dive into that forbidden room with me to know and to understand its layout, as would I with that person, we will be able to navigate in case things were to go horribly wrong.

But aforementioned, no one is willing to dive that deep into my psyche. Until that time comes where I can maintain a state of stability and calm, I will be in my own little bubble waiting, reaching, and wondering if anyone will find me, grab my by the hand and allow me to navigate through my mind as well as me through theirs.

Because we’re all just manifestations of our mentality anyway. Our Brain is king. Why would it want us to leave?

I don’t want to leave. I just don’t want to be trapped.

Loneliness is a mental state in which you are within the bubble of your mind and you can’t get out. Most is lost in the mind. Perhaps I’m lost too.

What a Perfect Idea

Reality is just and idea.

Ideas are just that; an idea.

So if reality is just an idea

Then the idea of reality doesn’t exist

Therefore, what is reality?

Reality is what you make of it based off of your own personal ideas.

So if your idea of reality is being alone then so be it.

People say that I’ve lost touch with reality.

I’ve lost touch with your reality. My idea of reality is far above and beyond what your idea of reality is. But this isn’t to be confused with someone’s ideal reality. Your idea of reality may be different than your ideal reality.

My idea of reality is being tolerated by society and being able to speak whatever I want without judgment or persecution. My idea of reality is living in peace with myself and making sure I live this life the best I can before I die.

My ideal reality is to be seen for being human, not for being a woman, a black woman, a black queer woman, a black, queer, educated woman, a black queer educated, natural woman, a black queer educated natural, fearless woman….

The list of who I am as a woman goes on

But what about this human do you like? Strip all of that away and you will come to the ideal reality of mankind as a whole.

At the base of idealistic realizations, the ideal truth is far unreachable.

Unless we lower the bar for us to be able to reach that ideal and make it a reality that can be more than an idea.

So what’s your reality? Any great ideas?

 

Person or Persona?

I wonder what it would be like to be able to kiss you deeply for more than five seconds and ours eyes closed? I wonder how good it would be to be able to be free from the mental chains that are Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and the like? How awesome would it be to go back to a time where if you met someone that you liked, you had to get their number right then and there or you will lose contact with them forever? What ever happened to chance encounters? When was the last time you told yourself that you met someone by chance and not from Facebook? Nowadays you know the background of the person before even speaking to them. What is the purpose of going out with them then? To verify what you read about them online? To see if they’re lying? What is the initial purpose? Why do people seek validation from people that shouldn’t matter to you in the first place? Why does it bother you that you like the person on the outside by on the internet they seem to be a different person? That person is the same person, but felt that they can really be themselves in a place that is faceless and all you have are names of people who are whatever they want to be. Only the name that appears is what you see, so why does it bother most people that the things you see may not actually be me? What ever happened to knowing the person, not the persona? Whatever happened to word of mouth versus word on the web?

I wonder what it would be like to kiss you deeply for more than five seconds without a flash of a picture, an audience or the world knowing that we are kissing each other. Just for a second we lived in the moment without the burden of sharing this intimate moment. Those days are forever gone. Everything and every body will forever need an audience.

But for one moment, allow me to kiss you for more than five seconds. Just you and I and the kiss that will forever seal our connection which is deeper than being Facebook official anyway.

The Reveal

I may not be the ideal
For the world’s appeal
How I feel
I can deal
Because to be silent is to reveal
What’s really real
Exposing the false idols
Of false idols
Remaining idle
Against my rivals
Having the upper hand
To the blinded 3rd eye unreliables
Knowing that my existence
In a world where my persistence
Is trumped by the ignorance
Of the people and their allegiance
I know that my difference
Is under microscopic vision….

To be me
To see me
I am the reckoned force
But yet the last choice

But in due time
The world will witness the reveal

Don’t be blinded by the blinding of the world through blind 3rd eyes and lies of knowledge and revelations….

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