Saturday, July 11, 2009

Taking Aim: Youth Violence... African Americans At Fault

If White America remove their proverbial noose off the necks of the black community and allow us to parent our children where they can understand and appreciate OUR language, culture and tribal communication and unity, which will develop the systematic sustainable approach to uplifting our own community; this in turn will strengthen America as a whole.

White America need to stand up, recognize and acknowledge the fact that, we were a country within our DNA that has its own cultural competency.The conflict lies within our DNA. We are not attempting to change whites; yet every where they go, stop, land, conceive and assume a position they feel they hold authority in their hand. So when are they going to wake up to a knowing that we, the world, are not wrong or lacking because we are different in hue, mannerisms, speech, spiritualism, multiculturalism or any other thought process not mentioned.

We as Americans, have to come to an understanding that Black America is a melting pot of multiple nations. Black’s are looked upon as having come from one nation or commonplace when in fact we are a multicultural, multinational, multifaceted unified existence; not allowed to be separate within the same.

So of course,the raising, rearing and educating of our children should indeed be separate and recognize to be different. Until then; continually their will be violence and unruly children who are left confused, conflicted and misguided. So the solution to the problem is segregated but truly be equal.

Z and Angela-Ah

This is in reference to http://newsroom.blogs.cnn.com/2009/07/11/taking-aim-youth-violence/


Monday, July 6, 2009

A masterpiece Mine

I often wonder the true thoughts of my children.

Do they love me? Do they hate me? Do they resent me? Do they want me? Do they listen and most of all do they appreciate me?

he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not2I often wonder are they aware of my sacrifices, my yielding of my dreams, my desires, and life over to theirs, my tarnishing of my dreams in order to stand as mother to them and give them a fair, moderate, growth focused, and the hope filled future I desire for them.

I often wonder if the man in my heart, the one I love, and the one who professes to return that love unto me; knows that I love him enough to grow past my inhibitions, boundaries, comfort zones and fears. I often wonder if he understands that my stance along side him is that of a willingness of a togetherness of tomorrow and an allowance of the majestic moments of anew.

I am aware that I AM the masterpiece that was created to be the me as I stand today flowing in the growth of perfecting the fullness there of; while experiencing the joy, pains, happiness, sadness, and the plethora of all life is; no more, no less.

I celebrat the magical life: mine.