The Black Myth

My Thoughts…

 

Yes I have more degrees than you

And I make just as much money as you

But don’t get it twisted boo

My hair is “nappy” too

 

Please be aware, I code switch when we speak

And don’t think you’re down cuz you know the rap song of the week

It’s callous to me that you don’t see

The power people like you have over people like me

 

It’s like I’ve been asleep

And all the while you creep

What a fool I have been

To forget my past, I have sinned.

 

Now, to redeem myself

Your cultural appropriation must leave myself

Or i’ll lose myself in the music or the moment, because your “white-ness” says you own it

 

Here in the darkness there is light

The light of life and not your stress induced white

 

It’s a fictitious concept anyway

But you believe your lies everyday

 

Out of touch with from whence you came

Ashamed to acknowledge your true father’s name

 

You couldn’t pronounce it anyway

It requires a tongue bathed in truth free of blame

The”irregular” vowel placement is too much for your brain…

 

The terms black and white are social constructs.

They were created to establish race and class in the United States of America.

They were created to further subjugate slaves and their offspring.

They were created to remind us of our place.

 

No wonder I struggle with identity.

 

Because I am not…

 

Poor. Uneducated. Violent. Unruly. Lazy. Dirty. Sly. Sneaky. Criminal.

 

Ergo, I am not Black.

But my skin is…

 

Mocha. Caramel. Shea. Cocoa. Chocolate. Smooth. Elastic. Melanin.

 

Ergo, I am Black and Beautiful.

 

I have spent a good portion of my life trying to disassociate myself from the stigma of “black”, not wanting to embrace negative stereotypes out of fear of not being accepted. I have researched and explored other cultures, trying to find myself piece by piece, never fully realizing my full potential. That is, until I woke up and began to understand just how beautiful “black” was.

 

And that is when I started losing “friends” on social media, and my conversations with white people began to look very different. Whether we like it or not, subconsciously we ascribe to these constructs, and the moment I embraced my “black” I became more powerful, and thus a threat.

 

The “black” portrayed by the media is frightening and weak. It is a myth. It is a tale that has been fabricated solely for the purpose of status. It is a myth that helps the privileged class sleep well at night.

 

My “black” is truth. It is life giving and life changing. My “black” is strong, proud, and very very loud.

 

If you are privileged and ascribe to this myth, please do not call yourself an ally.

If you are black and ascribe to this myth, please wake up.

 

Find your “black” and own it.

 

Julia

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