American Dream

Living the American dream isn’t always as it seems.

Fancy cars, movie stars. 

Pain filled lives, filled with scars.

“I’ve got it all. My life is good. 

Everything seems as it should.

I can do it myself. 

Life is all about me.” 

That’s what they say because they can’t see.

Pain filled lives with no hope to find, 

for to true happiness they are blind.

“Do what you want for tomorrow we die.” 

It’s the way many live, but inside they cry.

They can’t see why their world is a mess. 

They’ve lost their way but won’t confess.

To surrender is the only way to be free.

But if they won’t hear it, they’ll never see.

We must show the world how to lose their chains.

They need to know God cares for their pains.

The American dream shouldn’t be about me.

To so many it is, and they simply won’t see.

Written By Ophelia Flowers

Jamais Vu In July

Mid 2020, our Nu Amẹríkà already reopened its doors in most areas of society. This upcoming 4th of July holiday will be radically different from last year as mandatory mask wearing has been officially made a thing of the not so distant past. Many citizens will gather for fireworks and BBQ’s while restaurants are humming again with customers eager to socialize freely. Entertainment venues are even announcing their summer and fall line ups. This is the type of summer we were all used to experiencing before 2020. Yet, some are still hesitant to simply rush back into the old groove of life – – including me. Perhaps, we’re not the only ones a little cautious to fully engage “willy nilly” like nothing ever happened. Maybe we just simply CHANGED or perhaps evolved and need time to make sense of this new US. Surely, there are others resonating with this sentiment.

You gotta love Former first lady – – MO’sside eye.

There are obviously still some need for concern with the new Delta Variant of COVID-19 quickly spreading. If you really think about it, many questions still abound even if we’re optimistic with the vaccines and other strategies being enacted by the government. The Center for Disease Control (CDC) has issued new guidelines for engaging but this NU world is not the same as before. Our daily movements require some level of social distancing depending on the environment. Since not every American has been vaccinated, employers still have to figure out their plans for their workforce (in-person or not). There are also unnecessarily ridiculous masking disputes (actual physical altercations) on occasion even though they have been proven to be effective and are not required in every establishment. If you are like me, then perhaps you are giving some people the side eye if they come too close. I have no shame in admitting to practicing some of the same old strategies enforced during 2020 yet I am branching out and engaging more people. It all still feels weird to me at times. Do I let loose or naw? The French word “jamais vu” means “never seen” and is the phenomenon of experiencing a situation that one recognizes in some fashion but that nonetheless seems novel or unfamiliar. This is precisely what I think is happening to me after examining my thoughts in certain settings – – metacognition – – thinking about my own thinking and reflecting on my own behavior while venturing out into the world.

In 2021, the US Senate unanimously passed a bill to make Juneteenth 
a federal holiday. Incredible, right? CHANGE is happening!

Just like some of my ancestors in Texas who did not know they were free until June 19, 1865, I am also coming to terms with the renewed freedom now granted post 2020. It’s going to take me a minute to decrease my heightened edge and reintegrate old norms back into my routine. Until then, it would behoove everyone to stay 6 feet away – – get back – – unless I know you well enough and we’ve had “the talk” (any coughing, vaccine, fever, energy check etc). LOL My energy is different too – – much more loving but also equally guarded now. Something has definitely been said TRIBE but this time it is related to ME. Now isn’t that something?

Get back 6ft – – you don’t know me like that!

merci les ancêtres




I, Too

I, too, sing America.

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I am the darker brother.

They send me to eat in the kitchen

When company comes,

But I laugh,

And eat well,

And grow strong.

Tomorrow,

I’ll be at the table

When company comes.

Nobody’ll dare

Say to me,

“Eat in the kitchen,”

Then.

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Besides,

They’ll see how beautiful I am

And be ashamed—

*

I, too, am America.

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Written By Langston Hughes 

METAcognition

Mid 2021, the one word that best resonates for me is METAcognition. What does it mean and how does it relate to our current individual and collective mental state? Cognition is generally thought of as one’s ability to process information. It is a culmination of your past knowledge and experiences gained via life and cultural situations and your interactions within those environments. It also relates to how you have thought about or processed this information and stored it in your memory. Your ability to retrieve this stored information is defined as cognitive ability. 

Metacognition, on the other hand, refers to “thinking about thinking” and centers around one’s understanding and knowledge about your own thinking process and the ability to not only reflect and interpret but control or even reprogram those thoughts via various strategies (organizing, monitoring, CHANGING etc.). The ability to do this kind of reflection is POWERFUL and can be profound because it allows one to personally examine and understand self/SELF in all aspects (past/present/future and good/bad/ugly) without pretense or a mask. It can be interesting indeed!

METAmost effective tactics available

I challenge you today to take a close look at the word METAcognition, examine your own mind – “thinking about thinking” and determine if you now KNOW the REAL you underneath the mask. Have you evolved since 2020? Do you need to CHANGE more? Can you understand, love and accept this person or naw?

What are you thinking? A more POWERFUL version of YOU awaits. 

I-AM   _________________________ 

Untangling the WMB

Two news stories recently captured my attention and outrage. Although I’m on a sort of creative sabbatical, I could not let this opportunity go by without addressing it publicly with my tribe. Teachable moments happen daily, right? 

Some have wondered why I started writing about the familial indoctrination system – –  specifically the way in which black girls are taught who they are and how they are viewed and treated. It is apparent to me that young black girls are still being mentally, emotionally and sometimes physically assaulted in our society. Who really cares about their mental state when everything around them continues to undermine their self-esteem and core inherent value? Our educational indoctrination system does not protect them. Our societal indoctrination system, overtly and subliminally, instills the belief that they are not good enough, pretty enough or smart enough. Even the familial indoctrination system perpetuates stereotypes that negate their very essence at a physical, mental and soul level. We cannot expect much from the broader society but our families must now take back the power and lead, more than ever, to counteract the MISeducation in 2021 and beyond. Unfortunately, the hate directed at young black girls is so powerful even a loving family cannot necessary STOP the negative sludge from permeating young minds.

“People used to always talk about me, ‘You’re fat, you’re ugly, you’re dark, you’re this, you’re that.’ And I used to cry. At 13, I was ready to die. Just so sad, crying to my mom like, ‘I’m so ugly, why did you have me? Why do I look like this? Why don’t I look like my brothers?’ It was just so many why, why, why’s.”

Snoop Dogg‘s daughter, Cori Broadus

Yet, all families must remain vigilant since parents are a child’s first teachers with the mother figure usually serving a key role as the nurturer, protector and mentor, etc. This important role should not be undervalued in terms of its direct impact on young girls of color because their ability to attune instills a sense of validation, belonging and safety. They also “mirror” back to girls their value from a personal perspective and in the eyes of the most high. When this is not done enough or at all, some young minds are not able to withstand the onslaught of negative disempowering images, comments and actions of others against their personhood. My heart aches for these young girls recalling the same torturous perceptions and thoughts from my youth as well. If only I could talk to that girl as I write today. I would say, “My darling – – Oh you will one day realize what a tangled, misconstrued web of deceit lies at the root of all the hateful rhetoric and words you’ve heard about yourself and others like you.”

Photo by Nicola Styles on Unsplash

Headline: Former Secret Service Agent Says She Could
Not Defend Michelle Obama Against Racist Attacks
In her 2020 member “Becoming Bulletproof”, Secret Service agent Evy Poumpouras wrote that she “could do nothing” when witnessing racist comments or signs targeting the former first lady. Ms. Poumpouras served as Mrs. Obama’s Secret Service agent during Michelle and Barack Obama’s time at the White House. She also protected George W. Bush, Bill Clinton, and George H.W. Bush during her 12 years in the secret service. “As the first Black First Lady of the United States, Mrs. Obama had to withstand certain kinds of disparagement that none of her predecessors ever faced,” Poumpouras wrote. 

Perhaps if enough of “US” would continue to sound the ALARM about the far reaching destructive mental impact of the various untrUths and false narratives about black girls and women being circulated within our culture and society, we might CHANGE the collective experiences for them (reinforce the idea of their divine birthright). Our diverse qualities cannot be minimized in spite of those who would attempt to invalidate them. We are far more than what you see on the outside (true for all women). It is imperative that we remember this one important fact – – It matters little what others think about “US”. It is far more important what one really thinks about yourself. Even so, girls of color need help from those who should know better to support, reinforce, protect and validate them from birth until death. (period) In doing so, we allow ourselves to truly honor the life force pulsating through our veins. It is time for “US” to consciously teach young girls how to recognize and become their own best friend – – a ride or die person, loyal and loving, a warrior and a counselor, protective and trustworthy, beautiful and intelligent (irrespective of features, color, occupation, age, or whatever ethnic background mosaic). Now close your eyes and try to envision this ultimate reality.

WHO ARE YOU?!?

There are still negative forces willing to diminish girls and women 
of color unjustly irrespective of trUth or the potential impact.

Is this Acceptable or naw in 2021? Time to untangle the WMB!





Backwards

The poem can start with him walking backwards into a room.

He takes off his jacket and sits down for the rest of his life;

that’s how we bring Dad back.

I can make the blood run back up my nose, ants rushing into a hole.

We grow into smaller bodies, my breasts disappear,

your cheeks soften, teeth sink back into gums.

I can make us loved, just say the word.

Give them stumps for hands if even once they touched us without consent,

I can write the poem and make it disappear.

Step-Dad spits liquor back into glass,

Mum’s body rolls back up the stairs, the bone pops back into place,

maybe she keeps the baby.

Maybe we’re okay kid?

I’ll rewrite this whole life and this time there’ll be so much love,

you won’t be able to see beyond it. 

You won’t be able to see beyond it,

I’ll rewrite this whole life and this time there’ll be so much love.

Maybe we’re okay kid,

maybe she keeps the baby.

Mum’s body rolls back up the stairs, the bone pops back into place,

Step-Dad spits liquor back into glass.

I can write the poem and make it disappear,

give them stumps for hands if even once they touched us without consent,

I can make us loved, just say the word.

Your cheeks soften, teeth sink back into gums

we grow into smaller bodies, my breasts disappear.

I can make the blood run back up my nose, ants rushing into a hole,

that’s how we bring Dad back.

He takes off his jacket and sits down for the rest of his life.

The poem can start with him walking backwards into a room.

19** – – ?

Written By Warsan Shire

Dream Again

Photo by David Clode on Unsplash

When your dreams have failed you –

Dream again…

When you think you’re beaten –

Dream again…

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Failure cannot break your heart –

Life’s a game, so play your part –

Dare to make another start.

Dream again…

Next time you’ll be stronger – wiser too –

Think of all the things you meant to do –

Keep the glory of the goal in view –

and dream again…

*

Do not heed the world, its taunts and jeers –

Lift your eyes and face the coming years –

All great things are bought with human tears –

So dream again.

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Written By Patience Strong