I love you. You are the world to me. One day you will read this. I hope you understand everything I write here. I am not a perfect man, but you are my perfect creation. You are the shining light of my life. Everything here is for you. You will lead a nation and they will believe in you. I believe in you. When I think about you when we are not with each other my heart stutters. You mean so much to me. I cannot imagine what I would be like if you were not near and I could not touch your face. Your smile makes me feel better. Your laugh makes all my problems go away. Your smell uplifts my mood. Your touch makes me forget my pains. I shed tears of joy when I think of how sweet a person you are. Your innocence demands my protection. I will do anything to keep you safe. No matter what it takes, I will be there for you. I love you so much, my son.
Real niggas are not born in America. Real niggas have to be created or create themselves in America. Niggas are born in America, but that is all they are, niggas. If a nigga is not molded into a real nigga in America, it is inevitable that he or she will become a fake nigga. Only real niggas recognize real niggas.
Fake niggas do not know they are fake. Fake niggas think they are real niggas, or they do not think they are niggas at all. They are dumb. Fake niggas hate niggas. Most niggas in America are fake niggas. I know real niggas and I know fake niggas. Real niggas can become fake, and fake niggas can become real. They are still niggas.
Real niggas love niggas because real niggas love themselves. Real niggas know the real haters are white people. Real niggas like to be around niggas because that is where real niggas feel most comfortable. Real niggas love everybody, but they know that everybody does not love niggas.
Real niggas make money with niggas and spend money with niggas. Fake niggas spend money with other people and think they are better than niggas for doing that. Real niggas police themselves. Fake niggas want to police niggas. There are more fake niggas in America than real niggas. One day there will be only real niggas.
I am a real nigga.
Thank You Barack Obama
I’d like to thank you for becoming the first Black president of the United States of America, even though your mother is a white woman. I’d like to thank you for striving for change, even though there has been little evidence of much difference. I’d like to thank you for bringing the first Black family into the bedrooms of the White House, even though it represents nothing more than a mirror of our past presence in the so called white house. I’d like to thank you for gracefully assimilating into American elite culture, although integration will not bring us true liberty. I’d like to thank you for standing for our hopes and dreams, even though reality is far more apparent now than before. Last but not least, I’d like to thank you for showing us the ugly truth about our existence amongst those who want to destroy us, even though you make it look so good.
Thank you, Black man.
The People Who Are Labeled African American
It was brother minister El Hajj Malik El Shabazz who when returning to America from his journey throughout the continent of Africa, on his great mission to unite the global Black nation, publicly introduced the term African American, which was commonly coined Afro-American. It was in 1964 when he created the Organization of Afro-American Unity, whose goal was to educate and rebuild the power and wealth of the Black nation within the borders of the United States of America. If it were not for brother minister El Hajj Malik El Shabazz and his courageous, selfless, powerfully driven, love for his people and their history, I sincerely believe there would be no such thing as an African American.
El Hajj Malik El Shabazz was assassinated in 1965.
It was not until 1977 when the United States of America government, through popular opinion, changed the choice ethnic identity for the “Negro” to Afro-American, which was later revised in 1997 to Black or African American.
The African American is not a label. It is a symbol of power and unity. The African American represents the ripest fruit of the global Black nation. The African American is not a reactionary label to a Eurocentric ideological categorization system. The African American is proactive ideal of an individual who is a part of a great and powerful nation of thinkers, builders, visionaries, intellectuals, nurturers, explorers, philosophers, originalists, artists, kings, and queens. The African American represents more than a country’s flawed sense of identity and wayward social thinking. The African American is a symbol of truth and progress. The African American is one of the great people of the Sun. The African American is the keystone of humanity. The African American is the genetic representation of human excellence at its highest echelon. The African American is the pinnacle of all things in human history. The African American is power.
The African American
Encourage Your Friend
Tell him what he can do and not what he cannot. Tell him what he should do and not what he should not. Tell him what he will do and not what he will not. Tell her who she is and not who she is not. Tell her who she will be and not who she will not. Tell her who she can be and not who she cannot. Tell them where they will go and not where they will not. Tell them how they will do it and not how they will not. Tell them that they are it and not that they are not. Tell yourself who you are and not who you are not. Tell yourself what you can do and not what you cannot. Tell yourself what you will do and not what you will not.
I watched the documentary Dirty Wars and it got me thinking that it really doesn’t matter what I believe, war is war and I’d rather win. Much respect to all the American armed forces. I’m firm in the fact I don’t completely support any political affiliation. I’m candid in saying I voted for Barack Obama because he’s black. I’m an American but all I really care about is my family, friends, and myself. I love America as long as it doesn’t become a war zone. I can’t think of anywhere else I’d wanna live though. I like not having to care about what other people have to care about everyday.
My resolution this year is to be more compassionate and I’m working on it. I’ve focused on the people I care about first. It’s working. The fact is, I don’t care about people I don’t know or their problems. That’s the cynicism in me and it’ll probably never fully go away. Maybe if I were an adult in the 1960s I’d be sympathetic to other people’s plight, but I’m an adult now and society now is retarded. Religions, political parties, charity groups, and all the good things people positively galvanize for seem to be full of idiots today. I’ve always resorted to believing in me when believing in external ideas seem to fail, because believing in me is always right. I don’t like the idea of throwing money at a social enigma. I’m also not interested in saving the world so that Xs out a lot of ideas.
My mom is a generous woman and she always tells me to give. I listen. The only problem is I’m careless with empathy. It’s really difficult to care when you see how stupidity greatly outweighs sensibility. My energy has more value to me than others in that. I’m selfless to those who are within arms length of me physically and emotionally. That’s how I choose to play life’s social network safely. I don’t believe anyone who considers me a friend would have reason to say anything other than I’m a good friend.
I work hard and strive to maintain a positive attitude about my life. My life specifically, because life itself is not always positive. My purpose in life isn’t to be rich. My goal in life isn’t to be rich. My purpose and goal is to be a great man to my family and friends. I’ve quested thus far to be a value in my industry profession, and to one day have ownership within it. That goal will come to pass. I find it difficult to define what it is I fear sometimes because fear has driven me to do great things before.
I need America to stay free, or as free as I’ve grown to believe it be. I have an American dream I’m living and I don’t want to wake up. There is a certain manifest destiny within every American. How can I not believe I was meant to be great? Look where I am. God forbid, but take it all away and give me nothing but a stick and a rock and watch me get to work. It’s the audaciousness of the American spirit that is unavoidably successful. I possess that, granted from the people who made me here. Again, I saw the documentary Dirty Wars and it made me think. If we’re at war, we better win.