here recently i have been writing my newest poetry and prose book entitled black tea + honey. let me tell you how much fun it is and how uncomfortable it is for me!
so, first of all, addressing the title black tea is me, it’s anything black it’s anything dark and ugly like insecurities that come from being black it’s anything that represents blackness and the black community and the honey is the sweetness, it’s the pretty sides of life. it’s the soothing words to go with these not so smooth feelings.
i realized that there is so much i take i’m personally and i internalize on top of also working on my first novel sunflowers at marigolds i’m taking in so much blackness, it’s sad, angry, happy, triumph, depressive i mean the list goes on. the list is long and nobody will understand being black in america but a black person,
but how about this.
What if we stopped drawing color lines and started educating every chance we get?
racism is a taught behavior that comes from ignorance and fear. yea, “it may not be our job” (because I can hear some of y’all saying that) but it’s also not your job to speak so strongly and angrily on social media, it’s not your job to inform people about the met gala looks or donald glover’s baby mama. we as a community have to figure out what’s important. i am very and deeply rooted in my blackness as well as my native american side. i love my culture and my people, but i’m not an angry black and proud person. i have found a way to be compassionate and take on things that DIRECTLY affect me. me triggering back at racism with more racism makes racism bigger and more ignorant.
don’t get me wrong behind closed doors i share my thoughts out of anger but then i realize that i’m apart of the problem. there’s no right or wrong way to combat with what’s going on at all, but what’s wrong is being a part-time protestor, standing up for white on black crime but forgetting that black on black crime happens as well. people getting hit by a stray bullet in the hood for gang violence is just as bad as a cop killing you know why? because in BOTH CASES the victim is innocent and it was undeserved.
what hurts more to me is black on black crime because we been slaves before, we know white people have always been afraid of us and hate us. their biggest goal was divide and conquer, make the negroes distrust each other and once you take their mind you have their body. willie lynch expected slavery to last until 2012, and we made it past that! (And that was also from Willie Lynch letter for those who didn't know.)
but some of our men and women are still in the mindset that these reds and blues separate us and the colors of our skin don’t matter. we are all black regardless of your set, i understand hatred builds over time because of lost lives and one is always seeking revenge but they see how we treat each other. it’s a reflection. the news knows what they are doing. hell, the whole world knows what they’re doing.
but in the grand scheme of things, we as a community have to love each other more than the world hates us and educate the world on what real blackness is! don’t create more problems, create solutions and what the world as a whole lacks is PROPER EDUCATION. we’ve been taught half of america’s real history. remember that...but that’s all for now. i am going to do some yoga and paint some shii
in the words of Jennifer Lewis:
"don’t roll up on me unless you lead with love! you got to lead with Love"
love + light