STUCK

I don’t seem to be able to recognize or appreciate how blessed I am style, a quality I share with my AUNT apparently

I don’t seem to be able to restrain myself verbally under certain situations situations with regard to with regard to arguing

I can’t seem to get out from under the victim roll like my SISTER Debbie -running to Ana continually telling her how my family treats me or this person or that

Sometimes you reach more people by speaking the opposite of their language, or tone.

While sitting in the doctor’s office with my Uncle I heard heard on a television program a black woman being interviewed on one of these talk show hosts. She said if you don’t recognize me as a black woman is the black woman you don’t know me at all. I thought how strange. Here we are in modern day America and people are still trying to differentiate one another. Isn’t that what the white man did with the blacks early on in this country -differentiate? Is it so hard, no matter which side of the line we’re talking about here, to simply see each other as the same, as one? 🤷‍♂️

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