Say it loud....

Have we diluted our kid's understanding of their heritage to the point that they no longer know their black or, more specifically, they no longer like being black? Is being black not mystical enough. Why if you have hair that is not kinky or, you have eyes that are a color other than brown, if your nose is straight and narrow or your eyes have a little upward slant the first thing people ask you is "what are you "mixed" with"? Why can't we just be black. What is the novelty of being "mixed", is it because our president is "mixed". If your momma's black, you're black. If your papa's black you're black. What happened to our battle cry of the 60's and the 70's, say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud. We had finally gotten over trying to connect with that great great grandmother that was a quarter part Cherokee Indian and claimed our black heritage.
What do today's kids say.... Say it loud I'm mixed and I'm proud - more like I'm all mixed up. Remember when we all wanted to be Nubian Queens, we wore the little gold charm around our necks. And, we all bought that high back wicker chair that sat in front of our black light posters. We wore our hair natural, no weaves just our natural hair. We tried our darnedest to connect with our roots... yeah remember Roots with Kizzie and Kunta Kinte.We couldn't get enough of being black. And then, somewhere along the way we swerved. Our girls started up talking - like ya know OMG, Valley Girls... boys started skateboarding and everyone became - dude. And somehow our kids started identifying more with genX instead of being black.
At this point in time when we have seen something that some of us never thought we would see in our lifetime, a black president, nobody wants to be black, or at least 100% black.
Well try this, take a pallet of water colors and mix all the colors together, know what you end up with.... black.

So guess what ya'll, no matter what you want to be, bottom line is ... you're black. So.... say it loud
I AM BLACK AND I AM PROUD.

Embrace your race, touch your roots, and like what you are....

Peace,
One Proud Black Sister...