How do you love the
unlovable? That's the question that has been on my mind for quite some time
now. Honestly and truly how do you because the more and more I look
around, the harder it is for me to really be selfless and mean it when I say
"I love you", though knowing as those words roll of my lips in the
moments I do mean it that instantly I am being shunned, negated, and
overlooked. Better yet, not even considered.
In the wake of everything
that has been going on I truly, desire to know how do you love the
unlovable. When you, like me, work a job where you see nothing but
disrespect and feel the weight of the black race on your shoulders because to
those around you, you are the closest and realest representation of the black
nation to them. How do I reach out and still love them? How do I
love those who say in the midst of such tragedy, what does this matter?
Things like this happen all the time. What's so different about
this? How do I look them square in the face and still love them? Or
when you see the depths that white privilege has prevailed and still prevails
in our everyday lives. Whether it be, the elitism of a couple who
deserves to live as they do, or children who are able to walk out to their back
yard onto a lake a kayak because they feel like it, or when a promotion is passed
onto someone white, whom you trained and technically still train from day to
day because they know someone in upper management though you've been there for
5yrs and have seniority over them. Tell me how do love them?
I'm asking all of this
because this is a question that I have been wrestling with for a while now and
it doesn't help that our nation has told blacks once again, you don't matter
and most of all that you really have no value, no matter what age or
circumstance may have occurred. Nope, "You Don't
Matter!!!" This is what we have to face in this country, loud and
clear. See I could go back and start spouting what accomplishments blacks
have had in this country. The many ways blacks have contributed to make
this country to making it into what it is today. The many walls and
barriers that blacks have had to overcome to be deemed as equals in written
law. Even the fact that America for its first time in history had a major
monumental moment for electing its first ever black president, now two terms
in. Yes, I can sit here and go further and deeper and retrace steps
but all of that pales in comparison to the reality of how America
views her black children; unwanted, overlooked,
and worthless. Basically unvalued! This was stated loud and
clear to her babies.
Blacks now in the modern age
have become worst off then illegitimate children, no blacks are now late term
abortions. Good enough to create celebration for the sake of life,
provide the mother with a feeling of longing and joy, bring others to celebrate
the mother and her accomplishments, get lavished with promises and gifts just
waiting, how the child brings wealth and status, have the mother feel a sense
of euphoria at what is to be expected, even enjoy the small kicking she feels
inside but when the reality hits of her life changing forever, the morning
sickness because truth is creating and sustaining life isn't easy, having the
child press on her bladder in her mind at the most inopportune times, showing
her the truth of herself and that pregnancy also makes you dependent, that the
child is going to cost money to raise, and that you have to rethink your priorities
and stances, then it's too much. The kicking that once was cute hurts,
her backbone on which everything stands upon is sore and even laying down is
uncomfortable, her pelvis spreading and shifting makes even the simplicity of
walking a chore, the stretching and itching that comes along from this child
growing now it's a problem and just like that America decides, this child is
too much of a problem, a burden, and will change my lifestyle wants
a late term abortion. America calls the ever delinquent
father named Justice and says I don't want this child anymore. Though
they may fuss and seemingly fight, in the end she wins and he gives in to
her and it works out best for the both of them. She got her gifts,
wealth, and lifestyle, praises and even the I understand from
her friends because it would just be too much. "You're not
in the place you need to be to support a black child, think of the cost and
struggle you will have to do through" while the absent father,
Justice, agreed and said he didn't have the means to support his black
child and made the easy decision so that he wouldn't have to pay child
support. He chose this even though he showed his child off,
boast about his mini me and what he said he would do and how he would always
be there to protect, uphold, and pass down the values of his
parents. Tell me then, how do you love the unlovable?
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