Where I come from, people don’t get the chance to live their dreams, opportunity is not handed to you on a silver platter, shoot, people don’t even get a break in life. Where I come from, people spend their entire lives making someone else’s money until they have been deemed unusable and thrown to the curb. In my world, most everyone is broke, selling drugs, not doing anything or struggling to survive. Some say we just gotta make it, but I say to hell with just making it, I want to live and be free and most of all I want to be HAPPY. I want to wake up each and every day knowing that I am my own woman, making my own money and giving back in every way I can so others can live their dream.
I’ve never understood how a world with so many supposed opportunities can have majority of its people living in a constant and consistent struggle. Take America for example, isn’t this the land of the free and the home of the brave? Well all the folks I know are chained and locked in poverty, living a miserable life. Even if they have the dream, where are the resources, mentors, life coaches, exceptional education centers etc… to help them put their plan into action.?Freedom is no where in sight when your belly is grumbling or your feet are hurting from walking through cities to get to work. Who wants to wake up every morning to the sound of emergency vehicles in the background instead of birds singing with glory, or to find out that you have no water to brush your teeth or wash your body? Who wants to go to bed every night dreaming of a place where they don’t have to struggle just to have enough food to eat?
I see so much great potential being wasted everyday. Just the other day, a friend of mine was purchasing some ganja from a local dealer. I walk in the house, down the street from my own home and run into the Ganja Man. He seems to be about my age, selling marijuana to make a living. His sister tells him I go to Howard University, he stops looks and smiles kind of as if something is on his mind. Then he blurts out that he himself was accepted to Howard, back in the day. He gets all excited talking about how he had the HU paraphernalia and everything to match. Then I ask, well what happened and he says I didn’t go. All I could think was, damn, right here is a brotha who has all the skills but not the resources, another victim. Now I’m not sure why he didn’t go, but all I know is look at him now and just think where he could have been.
This is a perfect example of wasted opportunities. Who knows the circumstances this young black man was put in. All I know, is majority of the black men I know are doing the same thing as him, just trying to make it any ways they can. A dream is something that can’t be seen visually, but somehow you always manage to keep it alive. Kids being raised in our societies today are losing their essence because it is being replaced by self destructive tendencies influenced by the media, bills and more bills. Most of them don’t even stand a fighting chance because their lives are consumed in poverty before they are born.
The land of the free and the home of the brave huh, yea right is what I say to that. How about the land of the capitalist and the poor folks that keep it running. This description sounds just a bit more accurate if you ask me. But see in my world, we are the ones that don’t really matter in some one’s eyes that has made it. In my world, we fend for ourselves and if we don’t make it, we end up dead, in jail, poor, struggling or just surviving. In other words, we become the statistics. People say that we do it to ourselves and in no way am I taking responsibility off the person, but the self-fulfilling prophecy stands alone. You constantly import this image of negativity and of inferiority into someone’s head, don’t be surprised when they become everything you told them they were.
The American Dream is so far away from certain communities that it seems as if it never was there to begin with. All I can say to my beautiful brothas and sistas is keep the dream alive and never settle for being the victim. Peace and Love to those that are willing to work for it.
you only need it as much as you think you need it. the moment you figure out why you need it is the moment you solve all your problems. whether or not you choose to act upon that knowledge is a different component.
“Catalysts to say what has never been said, to see what has never been seen. To draw, paint, sing, sculpt, dance and act what has never before been done. To push the envelope of creativity and language. And whats really important is, I call it, the felt presence of direct experience. Which is a fancy term which just simply means we have to stop consuming our culture. We have to create culture. Don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. Create your own roadshow. The nexus of space and time, where you are now, is the most immediate sector of your universe. And if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, you are disempowered. You are giving it all away to icons. Icons which are maintained by an electronic media, so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. This is shit-brained this kind of thinking. That is all cultural diversion. And what is real is you and your friends, your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, and your fears. And we are told no. We’re unimportant, we’re peripheral, get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that, and then you’re a player. You don’t even want to play in that game. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world. Where is that at?”