24.Sep – { In My Bed Crying….} with Brandy

hippie anarchist

~My sad, cold, corner of reality…~

If I’m being honest, I cry in the shower sometimes.  Often because I feel the burden & more frequently because I wish I felt it more, so I could channel it into some method of sincere change. Being of mixed heritage doesn’t put me on the fence… In most cases I am the fence; so I debate and attempt show people the other side.

I serve my country proudly because we are a force of constant evolution, usually in the right direction, and that’s the glue that binds me to my military family. I’ve been name called, told I’ve only done “well” because I’m a woman of color and most recently I’ve seen the stares, which made me scared because they do not see my service… They see my skin and big hair.

I do not want us to assimilate, I want us to cohabitate. I’m tired of being angry, judged, hurt & without hope… Can’t we all just admit that though all lives matter, that black lives have proven to be grossly undervalued & that needs to change?

I will say it loudly, I walk with black people
I am a black woman
I worry about my black family & friends
I support the uber vocals like Jesse Williams, Colin Kaepernick & Bill Maher (to name a few).

If I serve and I’m worried, can’t we admit there is an issue?

Don’t stomp on flags, don’t support anti-white, don’t stop apprehending or subduing “criminals”… Just stop shooting first, allowing harm to come to people of color while in custody, assuming folk of color are always “up to no good” and pushing the agenda that America was always great!

We used to sell people!!! That’s not great, but for a great long while it was Legal… Legal doesn’t mean Right! It was once Legal to beat your wife on the court steps on Sunday! Not RIGHT, but LEGAL! America used to allow girls as young as 12 marry older men! It was Legal, but wasn’t Right!

Start by asking yourself would all these things going on bother you if the were pristine white faces? Men, women and children who were not given a chance or choice to be detained, questioned, have trials or be sentenced?  Would you hurt then? If so, you don’t have to admit it to me, but best believe your heart known by he who is most high & I hope you find a way to live with yourself… Or at least have the opportunity not to perish like the ones on dash-cams!

~Hippie Anarchist