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Post by Sekhem on Apr 28, 2009 17:37:39 GMT -5
questioning....blackness?
"what are you?" skin color? race? the 1/8th (Cherokee) on my face? but the question is not mine too long ago for me this riddle solved inside all that makes me abide in kind just fine regardless of what ever is goin on inside me or someones elses mind to you my Black-ness....folk and kin is this question for real...walk me around the block on this again.... explore the space that defined "race" cause whether any have confusion or hate over what you see in our various "dispora" faces or in me I am as they are still very much apart of our pedigree check past politics check again into family mirrors won't take too long to see we we're connected from the blood lines that flow on the interior so my cousins, my kin ....I know sometimes we trip yet and still the question is again flipped Brothers and Sisters... how is community defined again...? how do you define blackness... when all our family, heritage, blood lines, are not ....let in?
holla
Sekhem 4-28-09
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Post by Ol' Skool on May 5, 2009 7:41:26 GMT -5
Very thought-provoking piece Sekhem, I often come across that question in my heart and mind too. It kills me when black people try to use my education against me, or my skin tone against me, as if those things reduce my being black...when they can't even tell anything about being black - only about being ghetto, and those terms to me are not synonymous.
Write on sista!
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Post by Park Heights on May 8, 2009 11:04:37 GMT -5
LOL Ol' Skool.. where the hell you be finding these clips??? LOL
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Post by Park Heights on May 8, 2009 11:05:50 GMT -5
now... on to business.. I'm feeling this poem... the question posed at the end is valid and needs to be seriously discussed by our scholars...
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Post by Sekhem on May 8, 2009 12:09:09 GMT -5
Very thought-provoking piece Sekhem, I often come across that question in my heart and mind too. It kills me when black people try to use my education against me, or my skin tone against me, as if those things reduce my being black...when they can't even tell anything about being black - only about being ghetto, and those terms to me are not synonymous. Write on sista! That's it! You hit the nail on the head for me...thank you! It is the reducing that defines what black is in too many cases - it hurts to see many of us really feel that way about ourselves... and black equalling "ghetto" is similiar to black equalling "urban".... ....so all the folk raised country (and proud of it) don't exist?! The Black Middle Class don't exit?! If educated black is still such an oxymoron in our minds how are we ever to "overcome" ourselves?! ...just frustrating! Thanks for checking this and offering your insight! Sekhem
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Post by Sekhem on May 8, 2009 12:12:20 GMT -5
now... on to business.. I'm feeling this poem... the question posed at the end is valid and needs to be seriously discussed by our scholars... Queen Latifah's song keeps coming up lately "Unity" and how it's kind of hard to spell community with out it.... thanks for checking this! Sekhem
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