Black Blood: Native Soil

As I sit in front of this computer trying to formulate the words for my thoughts and feelings concerning the events of this past weekend. I say a special prayer for the family of Heather Heyer, and the other injured victims and their families. Please join me in keeping them in your thoughts.

The blood of my ancestors and the soil of the natives. The backs of native and black children and the loins of native and black women. The hands of black and brown men and their whipped, scarred backs. These sacrifices are what built this country. I think that memo needs to be passed around alongside those cheap foreign torches.

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

I can’t speak for the numerous other beautiful immigrants that make this country colorful, flavorful, and lively. But I can speak for the endurance of blackness. It is what I take most pride in.

My black is immortal. It lives beyond the bruised and tattered body. Above the hurt feelings and ignorance, it is resilient and can stand the test of the time. History does not lie on our power. We are kings and queens, literally and figuratively. No amount of hate can change that.

When they go low, we go high. And where they want shame we embolden our name. Where there is strife, we produce life. We are hard pressed on every side, but we always prevail. From the streets to jail cells. From pure bliss inside our homes to the outside hell.

We make America great. That’s fact.

But we will continue to defend our skin and whole black selves against whatever ridiculousness this world can conjure. We will take what is rightfully ours. In this life or the next. Our black makes us warriors as we were built for endurance. What needs to given by right will not be something on which we compromise.

Photo by Manuel Barnuevo on Unsplash

HATE is this law of this land, but this home is not our permanent stop. We have to answer for all of our thoughts and actions, whether we are black, white, brown, or blue. We need not hang our head in reference to a system not designed to work for people of color.

I speak to us. We have nothing to prove. We have been in this country for centuries and our ancestors have made innumerable contributions to a society that rejected the very thing that makes them beautiful. Our crowns were snatched from us and yet the intimidation remains. Dr. King promised we would make it to the mountain top and although that battle has yet to be won, we know the secret. Our DNA is a biological structure that is misunderstood and causes fear. The world cannot erase us.


Photo by Robert Hickerson on Unsplash

Practice Self Care .

Read and condition your mind.

Love until it hurts.

Be above. Go Beyond…

and in the words of my favorite twitter accounts @Hey_BlackGirl…  Protect your energy.

It is that simple and that complex at the same time.

Find balance Blackbirds

*The beautiful featured image is a Photo by Avel Chuklanov on Unsplash


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