I Am A Free Black Man
I am black. I am not an African American. I am an American. I was born here in the USA. I am “free”. I worked my butt off and got an education. I have lived all of my dreams. It was not easy, life itself is not easy. The laws and rules and regulations are in place for the freedom of America’s Black People.
The problem is: Laws, rules, regulations and etc. are hidden in books. Some of my people will not take the time, nor have the ambition to look in a book and read. Some prefer to spend their time shucking and jiving, and bullship their way thru life, ripping and killing each other. This is the low road to life.
Too lazy with no self esteem or ambition to do what is right for themselves.
We no longer have leaders of prominence, so we have to lead ourselves. Sounds good to me. Some has made a conscious or subconscious decision to enslave themselves in the here and now. We are our own dang problem. Mrs. King does not speak for me, nor does anyone else. I speak for myself. At this writing, I am preparing to sell my home and move out. My neighborhood is too mean, dramatic, and self-destructive for me. I love my people, but they are making my life miserable. There is one more “key” in my spiritual pocket, to open one last door after retirement. I will use this key in a geographical setting that is more fitting and where people like myself, black, white, Red, brown, and yellow, that has a common spiritual plane of recognition as to who we are inside, as humans, that wants to live and thrive. To love one another. I am a free Black Man. I AM