The Harsh Realities of a Grown Azz Man (pt.3)
Once again, I am back with yet some more of the things that as a Black man, I witness and deal with on a daily basis. For those of you that follow me, you all will remember that I have previously written using this same title about Black men being America’s most wanted. Apparently that was a popular story for many of you as it was #1 on BlackLoveForum.com for almost two weeks.
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We as a race of people do not love ourselves nor others in our own race.
Listen, I understand that I am a blogger and executive for BlackLoveForum.com. I understand that our mission is to restore positive black relationships and black love. In my opinion, NOTHING is more important to the basic foundation of positive black love and relationships than being able to love ourselves and then to be able to love others that look like us. A therapist friend of mine recently told me that in order for people to love others, they need to know what love looks like and feels like before they can share it and the best way to learn it is by first loving oneself. Powerful, yet basic commentary that many of us have totally forgotten.
As a Black man I will say this; it hurt like hell the first time I realized that I love Black people more then they love me. I wished and even prayed that what I was seeing and feeling was just my imagination, but unfortunately, it was not. The truth is, some of my own kind would rather see someone of another race writing this article and having my title than to see me with it. What makes matters worse, some of those that would wish doom upon me are the same people who profess to care for me. I have often said that family and close friends will do you worse than any enemy ever could and that Black folks need not blame others for our own self inflicted negativity.
I understand that society has placed a major burden on us and has worked very hard to keep us down in some instances. I get that. But the fact that we choose to stay down is OUR fault. Some of us have gotten comfortable at the bottom. So comfortable that we have recruited others to stay down there with us. THAT is the problem. How can you love yourself and love others and yet have no desire for self improvement? How can you wish me well if you do not even know what well is?
Those that know me best consider me somewhat of a Renaissance Man and also a throwback to another era. They claim that I genuinely care about those closest to me and that I really have an interest in seeing others do well. YES, I do. My problem is…why is that such a strange thing?