When the sands of time come for me
by on December 25, 2022 in Uncategorized

Chillin with some Afghan listening to Donny Hathaway, Otis Redding etc. A few days ago I watched an interview of Norma Elizabeth Boyd and then tonight listened to some historic Vienna videos. A strange way to start Christmas 2022, I suppose. But As an American Descendant of Slaves, I am proud of my heritage and the Black Christian legay that I come from.

The burden weighs heavy on me. I feel my ancestors so deeply in my soul. I feel the importance of stewarding the next generation. Hoping to protect them from church hurt, broken hearts, abuse and mental illness. It is strange to look back through history, while you battle all types of sickness and disappointments today. They fought for me to have a better life and though I believe I did a great job with ny kids, somehow I still feel I have failed them for not being a better steward of our heritage. I mean do kids today know how beautiful the love between a black man and black woman can be ? Do they know before therapy and pysch meds we had the magic of music, the church and community ? The diversity of black elegance that was exhibitted in Lena Horne, Harry Belafonte, Cecily Tyson, Maya Angelou, Alvin Ailey, Francis Davis, Duke Ellington, Cassandra Wilson and so many others.

When I look at where we are and what we have become as a Black people, it feels like a dark magic descended upon us. Like a plague all most . I just hope when the sands of time come for me, I would have made sure I did my part to conserve the very best of black culture.

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