I’m continuing my self-series today with a post about self-love. Somebody asked that I talk about the black community and what’s wrong with it, but I’m choosing to not put my people down but to lift us up.
I consider myself to be a strong natured person. I don’t do bull and I have my own mind. I can think for myself. I don’t believe everything I hear. I go searching for knowledge and I get it from several sources. I’m all about empowerment and ‘getting in formation.’
I often hear people bash their own race. I hear complaints about today’s generation all the time. But one thing I must always ask is ‘what are YOU doing to make things better?’
I have some ideas, if you are willing to keep reading that could possibly help out the black community:
- In order for a generation to rise and come together as one, we cannot forget. Here’s an example of forgetting. Bertha grew up in poverty. She told herself she would not be a product of her environment, went to college, and is now a prominent lawyer. Bertha wouldn’t dare go back to her hometown because she despises that place. She looks down on everyone there and feels that if she made it, there is no excuse why the others can’t. Bertha goes on living life and never speaks of her past again. One day, she meets a young lady who has the same background as her and wants to follow in her footsteps. All Bertha sees is a desperate girl from the hood with not enough drive and she decides this girl isn’t worth her time. Bertha forgot she was once this desperate young lady trying to make it herself. Someone gave her a chance and now she won’t return the favor.
Moral of the story: This is your community. When you make it, remember those you left behind. Remember where you came from, and don’t forget to give a hand to those trying to make it too.
- In order for a generation to rise and come together as one, we have to stop being selfish. As soon as we learn to remember, we can start learning how to give. Too many people hold information for themselves. We have a crab in the barrel mentality. We can’t stand to see one another make it. How about, put all of this ‘I can’t stand’ to the side and start standing – together. We can all hold each other up and make it out the barrel by pushing each other out and helping those who gave us a push make it out too.
- In order for a generation to rise and come together as one, we have to stop pointing fingers. Quit saying ‘I would never’ or ‘look at how foolish he/she looks.’ Stop talking behind backs and start speaking out. Stop making our young men and women feel horrible about the things they do and start being an example. Watch the way you speak to each other. Come with respect. It’s bad enough we feel as though our backs are already against the wall; however, it’s worse when I have someone who looks like me, speak to me as though I am beneath them. In order to see a change, you have to be the change.
- And finally, in order for a generation to rise and come together as one, we have to stop being haters. Black men love your women. Black women love your men. Black people, love each other. I’m going to speak on something that bothers me. We love to call out other races for being racist but yet we are quick to bash our own race. We are quick to fight each other. We are quick to kill each other. If we practiced self-love in our race, this wouldn’t be a problem. We have to love ourselves, put ourselves first, support each other, embrace being black, use more words of love (king, queen), and build each other up!! It starts from within first.
Again, I ask, what are YOU doing/going to do to make a change?
Who me? What am I doing to help out? Well, I teach. I teach little kids. I teach little kids who are being raised in low-income areas. Society and educational departments call these areas at-risk. At-risk for what??? They are considered at-risk to drop out of school and succumb to the streets. I don’t see at-risk kids when I teach. I see young, intelligent, developing minds who will become something in life. My duty as a black citizen in this world is to teach these same kids that they are somebody. When they drop the words ‘I can’t’, I teach them to pick those words up and toss it into the sea of forgetfulness because ‘I can’ is the only thing allowed to come out of their mouths. I show them what a successful black person looks like. I’m not out here chasing a check. Teaching is a passion for me. Our generation and the coming generations need to see someone who looks like them making it. Someone like me who will push them to be doctors, lawyers, teachers, police officers, law-makers, etc. They need someone to show them what it is like to make a difference. They need people to tell them that they can make a difference.
It all starts with self-love people. Start with yourself first, then spread it within your community. Love is a contagious thing and one of the best feelings in the world.
Remember, don’t be a hard rock when you truly are a gem.