What Are You Willing To Sacrifice

How I maintain my sanity through the craziness of the world….
I mean, I really don’t know to be honest
Sometimes the sadness & hatred is too much to bear
I get asked so many times, “How do you find release in your line of work?”
I want to tell them that I don’t really find release
That the names, faces, and stories of my slain brothers and sisters haunt me, yet keep me fighting for them at the same time
That I carry their stories with me everywhere that I go
That I fear their story could too be mine, or someone I know
It’s odd because through the chaos, I still find peace
The ability to know why I’m here
Why I write, why I coordinate, why I fight
Why I don’t mind putting my sanity on the back burner to ensure the next generation loves and appreciates their skin more than I did
To make sure they never doubt how beautiful their pigment is
To make sure they acknowledge discrimination and combat every glass ceiling built to make sure they don’t succeed
I’m okay with carrying the weight of sleepless nights as I look at the ceiling trying to figure out my next project to implement change
This was never about me
This was never about you
See, we so often fail to realize that our words mean something
That our actions reach far beyond the split second it took us to react to a situation
What are you willing to sacrifice to make a change?
I don’t mind people thinking I’m crazy, too out spoken, or too optimistic when it comes to the love I want to instill back into our communities
I will write until my fingers go numb if that means I’m changing a life, even if it’s just one
I let go of my peace of mind awhile ago….
And I’m okay with that because I still find peace in the chaos
What are you willing to sacrifice to make a change?


Oh AmeriKKKa, what have you done?
 You’ve brainwashed us… You’ve made us hate ourselves… You’ve TRIED to destroy us…You have us laughing at things that are in no way funny. You have us falling into this Eurocentric way of thinking about beauty, standards and opinion. Since when has it been okay to laugh at my brother or sister in pain? Since when has it been okay to look down on the less fortunate? Since when has it been okay to call someone else ugly (physically).. Don’t get me wrong, people have some ugly traits. But, physically.. Really? Who have we become?
 As I sat and watched television last night, I noticed some pressing concerns that I believe should be addressed. I was very uncomfortable with how we are being portrayed in the media, beyond “reality” tv. From commercials to the roles we have on shows, I noticed that there is a need for us in the community as a positive leader. In the next few days/weeks I will be partaking in a blog series called,#TheWhereSeries
 I came up with three things we need to change in our community… I’ll be touching on those things with each post. If you get in your feelings too easily or are afraid to take a deeper look at yourself, these posts may not be for you. The three things I noticed are the concrete topics I will touch, anything else in between that just pisses me off, I’ll tackle as well. I hope you enjoy.

  1. What Does the Dollar Mean in the Black Community? #WhereTheCashAT?
  2. Self Love, Where Did it Go? #WhereYoLoveAt
  3. Where’s the Art in Schools? #WhereARTthou

This weekend at Made in America literally had me going crazy.

This weekend at Made in America literally had me going crazy. Actually, the past couple of concerts I’ve attended have left me flabbergasted. If my friends could describe me they would say I’m a calmperson, slow to anger, patient…. BUT all of that goes out of the door when this happens. 
First of all, let’s get things straight. I don’t like the word “nigga” to begin with. The word is just something I don’t care for. I understand the roots, where it came from, and the negativity behind it, so, I try and refrain from using it in my own vocabulary bank, AND I’M BLACK.
So, with that being said, the one thing that makes my skin crawl is when people of a non-black background think it’s okay to say it. The one place that I’ve seen them very comfortable saying it, is at concerts. Yelling out the word as if it’s a part of them, as if they grew up being called nigga, as if they know… The reasonings I’ve heard when I bought my issue to other people’s attention are:

  • The artists make the music, if they didn’t care about non-blacks saying it, they wouldn’t make it
  • It’s just a song
  • It’s not THAT serious
  • They don’t mean it in an offensive way

Sorry, I’m not going for it. I won’t ever be okay with a non-nigga, saying the word nigga. I don’t care if your favorite artist says it, and I don’t care if your best friend is black. I think as a people we make too many excuses for other people’s actions. What I can say is, I’m working on trying to calmly tell the person how I feel about it without going crazy on them. I’m learning to accept that I can’t control other people’s actions, but I can give them my input to try and better the situation. I’m learning, I’m growing, but until I’m at a place where I can nicely tell you to watch your mouth, don’t say nigga around me. 
​​​What You Can Do

  • Figure out the best approach to the situation
  • Vent to your close friends/family
  • Figure out where the anger is stemming from. Are you just angry because they said it, or are you angry for other reasons?
  • Talk about it, make your voice heard.
  • A lot of people actually don’t mind so if you fall in that category. That’s your preference

One thing I’ve learned is, people won’t know what your issue is if you don’t voice it. Even if it falls on deaf ears, you know that you’ve done your part.

Now it’s your turn. How do you feel about the subject, have you experienced this, is it an over reaction? All comments are welcomed. Let’s get the conversation started.