Been involved in several very enlightening conversations today. In all of them I realized the need for more tempered thought in the Black community. I am not a pacifist. And I am not one, because I choose not to be. And in that not choosing to be, I demonstrate my right to self-determination.
What many people have lost in this life is the ability to decide which course they actually want to take. Many of us, some of the most successful of us, have found that we have been living according to the dreams of others. I am apart of that number. I lived a life of rebellion because I believed in the code of the streets. I admired the ghetto entrepreneurs, and I felt they had the things that made life worth living. Now, that I have become them, I am not so sure. I have dedicated my life to creating. Whether through the visual graphics I produce, or the written word, or even through the oral recitation of my works…I have decided to create new paradigms. I am determined to be my SELF. To record what I believe to be the best of my SELF. To report of the misfortunes of my worst SELF. But to always grow and move toward my better SELF.
I have been told that the SELF is like the old model of the atom: having the neutral, positive and the negative. I can see where that discussion is going, and yet I also understand that we all have to define what it is that we deem as negative. We all are GODs of the manifest. WE all are extensions of the ever-defining Definer. And thus, it is our duty to ourselves to define that which will be negative and that which will be positive. Life has blessed the thinkers, and creators with on certain thing about humanity…there will always be enough conforming to the rule makers, the question is whether you are a rule maker, or another spotted goat in the herd.
It is your choice…I’m still slanging red pills if you need one…