Day 9/365. Staying Aware.

Staying Aware

When I was a young girl, I used to feel so small in this big world. As I grew older I came to terms that this is true. I acknowledge what was going on around me. As a child growing up in America, I felt protected by the stars and stripes I was pledging to. Time began to tick and whatever I thought I knew was revealed to be something different. I came to an age where what the people around me were saying and doing became clear. The dividing lines of racism had started to be made visible to me. The equality I was promised was explained by those who really understood what the compromise was when it came to having dark skin. At one point, I was infatuated with the idea of being a celebrity just like any other 7 years old. I became so caught up with how people like Beyoncé was living, but who could blame me? It was an obsession with the things I saw on TV. I was glued to the screen, seeing EXACTLY what they wanted me to see. Eventually, I stopped wanting the things that takes your soul to obtain or purchase. Everyone has to release the attachment to things like money, cars, and worldly delicacies in order to not be oppressed. My upbringing was humble. I lived in a decent size country home on about an acre and a half of land. Being a preacher's kid, I was so obsessed with what my parents tried to protect me from. I could barely watch BET, listen to secular music or go out consistently with my friends. But, of course, I managed to expose myself to all these things. It was a good thing they knew what it took to keep me innocent. My curiosity made it hard for a lot of valuable lessons to get through to me. Everything happens in due time, though. It wasn't until after I stopped watching TV and started living out the realities when I became “woke”. It was late in the game, but my progression happens at a vapid rate. My mother told stories of her encounters in life that made me think about who I am, who I come from and who is really for me or against me. She would often say “To the government, you're just a social security number.” CORRELATION. She also taught me never rely on government assistance. Have my own, get my own. Feed myself. You have to in order to know what you are putting into you. I advise you to reach past the source. Who is the supplying the source? And if the source is original, what makes up the source? Is your medium invalid or corrupt? Make it your business to dissect whatever is in front of you. Know what you signed up for. PLEASE.
Ru is Dai 🌸