Psst! “I love Being BLACK”


It appears that the majority of us get so uncomfortable with who we are as African-American, Black etc..and when we do express our natural selves and or embrace who it is that we are as a race we are considered to be ‘Too Black’ or too different from the rest of society’s standards of what it we are supposed to look, to be and to act like. I love being black and it nothing like it.

“I have a desire to be unique and to stand apart from the rest, so I love being BLACK”…..

We have been stripped of our heritage for so many generations and were told to be less of a negro and be more like a robot to others standards of beauty is. Sadly! This is why African-Americans are the only race of people who can never fully embrace their ethnicity as BLACK being the ‘Thing To Be’.

We were taught that being black is a bad thing and encouraged to look like everyone else to be accepted. Through my travels throughout the city I see so many young black girls with 20 to 40 inch weaves trying to imitate the ‘Love & Hip-Hop’ lifestyle. I’m not knocking any woman for wearing hair extensions, weaves, or pieces because I too used to wear them at one time in my life.

Expression is uniquely yours in whatever way you like to portray , but never lose sight of who it is that you are. “I love being BLACK”

It’s funny to me when another race of people commit a crime or offends one of us (African-American), we are so quick to stand up for our blackness then but when it happens within our own communities and behind closed doors any kind of treatment is tolerated especially when it comes to Dark verses Light, Good Hair versus Natural Hair and the beat goes on. I imagine all the energy it must take to bring down a race of people being redirected into a positive force that will encourage the building up of a people. But no! we don’t have time or even care about those issues.


We’ve been taught to deny the greatness we possess and the abilities we have. We’ve been taught to hate our image and deny the rich blood running through our veins. I encounter countless African-American men and women who are extremely intelligent but the thing is their intelligence are being exploited and used to dumb down a race. “If your black your ugly” they say, ” If your black you won’t get anywhere in life” they say,. I say the devil is a liar and I love being BLACK!

Willie Lynch Syndrome

Willie Lynch is the name of a British slave owner who allegedly delivered a speech on the bank of the James River in the colony of Virginia in 1712. He gave a speech to teach his methods to slave owners on how to keep the African-American race in bondage by  trying to break the spirit of the black male, using fear, distrust and envy for control purposes.

Lynch suggested that after slaves receive this doctrination, it shall carry on and will become self-refueling and self-generating for hundreds of years, maybe thousands…

The Willie Lynch speech has been known to be a myth but in today’s society within the African-American and Urban communities the ‘Willie Lynch’ syndrome exist to this day. History have shown the downward spiral of the love, the bond and the community that was once known among African-Americans. I hope this is not true that we as people have adapted the same mind-set as our oppressors to use against our own people to feel superior? I hope that we as a people do not separate ourselves into meaningless categories such as Light Skin Vs Dark Skin to feel smarter or entitled more than the other. I hope that we don’t take our frustrations out on our brothers and sisters to the point where we take the life of the very person who looks like us and have the same struggles as us…

Sadly! I see Willie Lynch everyday. I see Africa American males  on social media demeaning and devaluing darker complected African-American women like myself  comparing us to other race women to make us feel useless, to make us feel as if we are beneath other women, to make us feel ugly because of our brown hue. It’s hurtful and it only shows how immature and how racist your own kind can be. It’s sad because these are the men we are supposed to look up to for strength. I see the most horrific news flashes everyday on television of another Mother who loses her son or daughter to violence yet again by the hand of their own kind.  At times I’m ashamed of being called an African American Why? When I go to work or when I visit a professional establishment they look at me and see all the stereotypes they see on television and overhear from friends. As soon as my brown face appears others automatically think I have fatherless children by multiple men, (I have no children as of yet, and NO! I have never been pregnant nor have I had the experience that of an abortion) Many think that I’m uneducated because of the skin I’m in, but once I open my mouth they think I’m from another country because of my eloquent speech.

Willie Lynch syndrome has found it’s way to 2014 and is taring the African-American race and community apart, minute-by-minute. It seems like a hopeless cause and I fear that what people think of us is true. I hope not!