Y’all will have to forgive me this morning (when I’m posting this) but I’m feeling a certain kind of way right now….*listening to Incognito* The melodies are prompting thoughts in my mind and I am high off of family reunions, class reunions, cookouts, book promotion, and all the stuff you do in the summer months. So, while trying to relax, I had a little -ting- that hit me, and I started thinking all of this stuff about what I loved, and one of those things is the fact that I’ve always felt that God did me a favor in selecting me to be of African descent.
You see…I’ve never had low self-esteem and it shocks me to the core when people just don’t get how special Black people are. We really are.
Look at our history in this world, scholars were so astonished by the accomplishments of early Africa, they had to hide it–give it a white face. Then the enslavement period, all but brainwashed many in believing the lie, but then…we started accomplishing things again after Freedom came. What we did literally changed America. Our creativity, style, expression, talent, brilliance, and complete originality, made us a standout. We were cool–inspiring our enemies to copy everything we did.
There is just something about us that other people can’t resist. We’ve got the gift. We’re so magnetic, everything around us is drawn to that energy.
Never for one day have I ever regretted being who I am. I love being who I am and don’t want it any other way.
I just wish that other Black people today would just stop for a minute, put down the superficial and really study yourself, your history, and BEHOLD what stands before you.
We are beautiful people and I thank the most high God for giving me the honor in calling myself African American.