You know I always have something to say but for the past couple days I have been at a loss. I have been on social media but felt emotionally drained and crippled to the point that I had no idea what words would be appropriate. I have read post and clicked like. Sometimes I clicked love. I thought to myself [self], I shoulda' said that. I thought to myself [self], WOW that's a very good point. I thought to myself [self], GEEEEZE what more is there to say? The senseless shooting of another black male [teeth suck] has me reeling. I am angry. I am afraid. I am bothered. And so I must break my silence.
Let me simply introduce you to the Baby Elephant Principle. Have ever been to a circus and seen the massive elephants with one leg chained to a very small stake in the ground and wonder why the elephant does not break free? I mean after all the elephant is so great in size and amazingly powerful it could overtake the stake, could it not [lip curl]? Physically? Yes! Mentally? Not so much. You see in its premature years [its adolescence] the elephant was chained to a stake. It was only wee high and so big. The baby elephant could not move the stake or break free. It did not understand the strength of which would be bestowed unto it. You understand what has happened right? Basically the idea was imposed upon that elephant while growing up that as long as it is tied to a stake it is and would continue to be powerless. It had been brainwashed to believe that it can’t move; it is weak in this circumstance even though it most definitely is probably one of the strongest beast.
Tisk Tisk to those of you who thought slavery, lynching and the genocide of a people ended. As black people we have become the huge baby elephant in the room; in the nation. What a beast we will be when we decide to collectively exercise our power. We have been living by the Baby Elephant Principle; taking stake in a foundation that wasn’t built for us but was built against us. We spend our dollars on items that were not intended for us but drain our financial resources. We adopt religions that negate us. We have tried to live in the smoke screen of a pseudo “blind to color” society that we've been told exist. We have invested in propaganda that kills our family structures, damages our youth and imprisons and kills our men simply by standing [staked in the ground] and watching it all happen around us. And all this because we have been programmed to believe since the beginning of time that we are a “minority”. We have even taken “stake” and referred to ourselves as such. But we are not the minority! We have believed that we have no say [sigh]. We do! United, we people of color are a force to be reckoned with; a unchained beast - one of which is feared by many. Oh, our power is a threat. Why do you think every attempt is made to keep us down, oppressed, afraid... dead?
To watch an officer of the law needlessly draw his weapon and shoot Alton Sterling hurts my and hundreds of other’s soul; our hearts. To watch Alton Sterling unnecessarily take his last breaths laying on the ground covered with blood has outraged a community; a people. We see our husbands, fathers, sons, brothers, uncles, cousins and friends [easily] in this same predicament and we feel helpless; enslaved. We mourn.
I am not quite sure what my part is in seeking justice. I am not quite sure how I will join in on this war of terrorism against black people; people of color. I will seek. I will join. What I am certain of is that I will no longer “take stake” or believe that we don’t have the power to be free of this bullshit. The circus need to be over!
At first I was going to do a tribute podcast to the late great Prince Roger Nelson [RIP] but as I set out to sample his music I thought about the copyright infringement laws that I would be breaking. At first I was like, eff that! Prince was my man and who's gonna get bent out of shape if a small fry like me puts his music in my podcast? But as I combed through YouTube and saw how they were blocking content and muting his music it resonated for me that that might not be my best idea. So instead, I pay tribute to the man who's music guided some of my steps in life via blog. If you know his music [like so many of you do] then you can let it play in your mind as I fondly speak of it here.
I was [am] a Prince fan. I went to all but his last concert at the Tower Theater in Upper Darby - PA, The Electric Factory in Philadelphia and one at the Wachovia [yeah, that's a throwback for some of y'all] in South Philly. Dawned in purple, screaming my head off and singing loudly off key - yep [teeth suck], that was me. You see when I was first introduced to his music I was still in high school. This cool chick Marilyn Gee who was in many of my classes would be all decked out in her Prince paraphernalia and me [being the nerd that I was] wanted to be down too. She [Marliyn] was just too damn cool! So, silently, I set out on my discovery of the Purple Prince so I, too, could be cool. My mother [on the other hand] was not having it. I could have a poster of Michael Jackson [RIP] but after she found out that Little Red Corvette wasn't really about a car things went left. So my posters and tribute to Mr. Nelson had to come down; parental censorship at its best. But my love affair with his music just continued to blossom and grow from there; albeit it had to be a secret. And truth be told, he was one of my best kept secrets.
Yesterday the text messages came. I was already home sick but the news sickened me more. The first text, "Prince is gone" followed by the "are you okay" and "I know he was your dude". Yes! He was my dude. I went into shock. Kinda' like the shock I went into with Michael Jackson. Yes, you could have a love affair with both - and I did. So, like everyone else, I rushed to social media - Facebook, google and TMZ. 'Cause if TMZ says its true then so be it. Say it isn't so.
My heart aches! To the many people who will not understand how you can mourn the loss of someone who you really did not know I say I did know him. I knew him through his music. He spoke to me and millions of others. His music pushed limits. Lyrically he said things that touched our minds, our hearts and souls. Like what girl doesn't want her guy to say to her "If God one day struck me blind your beauty I'd still see" [Adore]? There are days that I feel like "the mailman put my million dollar check in someone else's box" [Pop Life]. Sometimes I'm a cool weirdo like Cynthia Rose [Starfish & Coffee]. Every once in awhile you want someone with a wit quicker than yours; that's me [Dorothy Parker]. "If I was your best friend would you let me take care of you and do all the things that only a best friend can" [chills] was my favorite verse [If I Was Your Girlfriend]. "If we can not make babies maybe we can make some time" [Erotic City], "turn the lights off, strike a candle" [Insatiable], "take me baby, kiss me all over, play with my love" [Do Me Baby], "I just need your body [baby] from dusk till dawn" [Kiss] - all panty droppers! And who could ignore the first ode to the THOTS [Little Red Corvette] - slow your asses down. "Do I believe in God? Do I believe in me?" [Controversy]. And who has never partied like it was 1999? I could go on and on with the lyrics. They will forever be with us; with me.
I am saddened by the reality that there will be no new words from the Purple genius but I am comforted that the words that he did leave behind have and will continue to transcend across generations. With much respect and wishes of eternal resting in peace - Prince Roger Nelson you will be missed.
Listen up! I am back to blogging. Yes [teeth suck]! I took a little hiatus from putting pen to paper or type to text. It wasn't that I didn't have anything to say more than I was just focused on being creative by alternate means; I was [and still am] podcasting. I decided, however, that I must return to my roots; my first love - blog. So, here I am [smooches].
While working on my soon to be released podcast What Would Jesus Do I thought to myself [self] when Jesus said turn the other cheek what did He really mean? Did he really mean that if someone struck one side of your face that you should turn so that they could strike the other. That is way too literal for me [lip curl]. Seeing that I am the chick who is always being mistaken for a pushover because my demeanor is so calm, I would be getting smacked around all of the time. That is no bueno! So I've decided to go with my own translation; the That Chick U Know translation [side eye]. You wanna here it? Alright, pay attention.
My temperament does not allow for ill behavior towards me or those of whom I have love for. And it is not that I can not humble myself and refrain from retaliation when I am being attacked or insulted. I have proven over and over and over again [teeth suck] that I can do that. I would much rather, however, remove myself from the temptation of choking you out. Everyone's interpretation of the good WORD is different. For some folks they take scripture as it is written. For other's [like me], not so much. If you have something ill to say about me, that's okay. If you have gone out of your way to purposely be hurtful, that [too] is okay. If you have malice in your heart towards me, there is no problem there. You maybe have gone as far as to say some slick shit to me. No worries! See, I am big enough not to put the same negative energy into you that you have put into me. I may have let you smack me with the reality of who you are on my "proverbial" cheek but note that it will only happen once. As I turn my other cheek please make sure you pucker up and kiss it as I walk away because If you do some shit to me that is the equivalent of a smack in the face [be it literal or figurative] the only other cheek that I have for you is my ass. Okay, carry on!
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