Being.

Good Evening. It’s Saturday, so I’m going to jump right in. STOP TELLING BLACK MEN WHAT TO BE AND HOW TO FEEL! White Men do NOT have permission to be varied, while Black Men are all expected to be the same. No…. Just no. If you’re a Gay Black Man, you are still a Black Man. If you are a Straight Black Man, you are still a Black Man. If you are a Black Man who Loves to read more than you like to rap, you are still a Black Man. If you speak the king’s English better than you speak the neighborhood’s jargon, you are still a Black Man. If you chose to go to college, the military, trade school, or seek gainful employment rather than sell drugs or gang bang, you are still a Black Man. If you decided to sell drugs or gang bang because Life dealt you a difficult hand of cards that required an equally difficult response, you are still a Black Man. If you are rich, you are still a Black Man. If you are poor, you are still a Black Man. If you are depressed, suffering from anxiety, or any other form of mental health challenge, you are still a Black Man. Be you. Be proud. Be. If you are lost in the abyss of a difficult response, look to those that Love you rather than those who want to judge you for a way out. Truth be told, our scars never healed; they just scabbed over. As the stars are varied, so is our response to our trauma. America, there is no way to be Black and “free” and not suffer some form of mental health challenge. We are expected to walk in perfection while others are praised for their vulnerability. It is not our job to make you feel better about your insecurities by pretending that we share the same. No… Me, I’m insecure about the quality of education in communities made up of people who look like me. I’m insecure about the integrity of the people who claim to speak for the “American People.” I’m insecure each time that a police officer who suffers from an insecurity greater than my own decides to pull me over. 50/50 (Those are the odds that I give myself for survival of each interaction.) As I write this blog, I can feel my own power drip from the tips of my fingers. I am powerful. Yes, I am powerful. I am Power. I realize now that money, status, recognition, and “education” don’t beget power. No… My power flows from the freedom to speak my truth without fear of losing my socioeconomic status. Hell, I’m an educator. I don’t have a fortune to protect, yet my dreams are priceless. I now understand that having more money won’t make me free(er). In some cases, it makes you a better slave. My truths are not controlled, endorsed, or presented by those with more than me. No, they are mine. I’m free…. I am in a constant state of being…….Patrick

This week, please do something for someone other than yourself for no other reason than to make their lives better. Also, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us. As always, Always Choose Love Because Love Changes Everything.

One thought on “Being.

  1. Mayet October 30, 2022 / 1:43 am

    Naked in your expression…..sets souls free to just be..thank you for your shares.

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