How dare we forget our worth, pulling our pants to our asses and walking about as if we have no path, when we’ve made paths for centuries spanning before most!
Take this month to truly cherish all of who you can be, all of who you have been, and all of who you are. Just a Thought of Mine
We need to make moves, not excuses. It’s time for us as a people to stop feeling sorry for ourselves, and start feeling obligated to improve our situation. We are responsible for our own success, and more than capable of achieving the “impossible.” It’s so sad to see a people for so long continue to wallow in self-pity.
Because our pain surely isn’t based on a notion that we don’t have a methodology of community, for we see in history that we understand fully what it means to be systematically organized and to have indomitable will for a cause to benefit ourselves, that’s how we found freedom; but we have assimilated so much into other cultures and forgotten our history that these nethodologies have been lost along the wayside.
We have the tools necessary for a solution, yet will not make those items utile because of apathy? The shame! I don’t ridicule our people for the hell of it, we have problems that can be fixed because I know we have the means to do so, I love my people, and only want to see the best for us all.
When, I ask, we are going to progress back to, instead of regress away from, the place in our ethos where we understand that we must find a way to help ourselves? When are we going to collectively gather together, as a people, and reflect on the willpower of our forefathers who fought through, battled, and conquered their struggle instead of sitting on their asses waiting for some deus ex machina to come and unveil a solution? When are we going to care enough about ourselves to help ourselves?
Don’t have me preach.
“Oppression makes a wise man mad. Your fathers were wise men, and if they did not go mad, they became restive under this treatment. “
- Frederick Douglass
Amen! I speak against oppression and ignorance with boldness, for silence is just as awful as consent to the terror.