I'm going to start just sharing how I feel on here.
On Facebook, I posted a note about how I felt like I wasn't black.
It's about a month or so later and I can definitely say I'm feeling it now.
Living in Chicago has been a new experience for me. New but at the same time very familiar. I grew up in the South Suburbs, got into my fair share of trouble, hung out with the "wrong" people, but lived a decent life. I witnessed the police bein on bull with some of my friends, experienced them being of no help to me when I needed it, got followed in stores, all that good stuff and never argued with the fact that I was black.
For some reason going to college changed everything. Prior to college I had a lot more white friends...I don't think I hardly made any in college. There was definite segregation. Being involved in the black community and watching it transform, I began to separate myself from everyone. I didn't want to be "black" anymore.
Now when I say that, I don't mean it in the sense that I was ashamed of my race, or where I came from, or that I wanted to change anything at all about who I am/was. I just didn't want to be herded into a group or be generalized. I get upset when people talk about women as though we're all the same too, and that's how I felt. We're all individuals and I couldn't bring myself to carry the same concerns or to be focused on the same trends as everyone else unless I believed in them or cared for them. But everything was becoming the same. Black people were trapping themselves in a place where there was so much diversity and knowledge to be gained. I still struggle with it but....I've definitely grown to appreciate all the differences within black culture and outside of our culture...and also not speak as though I don't understand because I do understand. We are all different, come from different places and ave different struggles.
At the end of the day I am black.
Black Lives Matter
There are a lot of black people that don't do ish.
There are lot of geniuses in the black community.
There are a lot of people that look at being black as a problem...
I didn't want to be black because we were becoming the problem.
But I'm proud to be black because how I represent myself....although small in comparison to the larger community have the potential to change it.
(Here's my post from Facebook)
This blog is organized chaos, in other words life. All of the words here are inspired by reality, my life and the lives of others. You'll be surprised, offended, enlightened, and entertained...enjoy...Diary of Me =) (please feel free to ask questions, share, and leave comments)
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