I personally do not accept being referred to as “African-American”.
It’s a constant reminder of our ancestors dreadful deadly passage from Africa to the Land of the free America. No pun intended!
No matter how our ancestors got here it is a part of our history that should never be forgotten.
However, do not stamp me with “African” since I’ve never been to my ancestors homeland. I will indeed travel there before I leave this earth after I discover where my bloodline started in Africa.
I crave to know more about who I really am and where it all began.
My true African brother and sisters do not fully accept me nor do my American black brothers and sisters.
Never wonder why the horrific bondage occurred. Know that if our ancestors pulled together our history may have been different. We are still separate which makes us weak and easy to conquer. However, we’ve always made it so easy by destroying each other.
Africa is beautiful and I always wish we where never robbed of our rich history and true self identity. The little dark skinned girls and boys are teased and rejected because of how dark their skin is or how beautifully kinky the crown on their head is.
It is such an honor to have dark skin which is an indicator that your blood is not as tainted by rape.
To all my beautiful dark skin sisters and brothers you are true kings and queens! Hold your head high and walk with pride.
You exemplify strength beyond measure…