I Am An Advocate For No Race

Before anything, I want to be clear that this is no reference or special citing post. In fact, I know about 75 percent of what I am talking about. I didn’t read a great book about race or anything before starting this post and I am only referring to that which I am familiar with. I will try to be less explicit as much as I can. I don’t mean to sound discriminative or offensive in any way and if it comes out wrong then I apologize.

To begin with, I grew up in an environment where race was not really a thing. Are people big on tribal identification and familiarity, yes! But nothing ever felt majorly wrong with that. It was all okay because in the end we all identified as one, a big ONE. God forbid we see someone from a different country! We call it hospitality, ignoring the fact that there was a culture of superiority imbibed in us by our forefathers that we have to pass on to anyone from outside our country.

Then I moved to a different cultural setting. I have been here a year and I feel the tension at times. I haven’t been treated badly or differently at work or in my neighborhood, no. If anything I have felt most welcomed and appreciated.

I had a friend who begun a sentence with “not to sound racist” and it felt so wrong. One time, a friend called me by my racial color and another said it was racist to say that. My first impression was “but I actually am”. A friend said to me, and in his words “these people are overly nice to us because they don’t want to come off as racists”.

Okay so these examples are to build a point, not to say who is right and what who should do. Honestly, I don’t think it matters. My point is everyone is walking on egg shells. Trying to be too careful not to be offensive or take offense.

My mum said someone (not sure so not going to guess) said, to paraphrase, the world is moving towards a direction where no one will recognize or see color because everyone will be so equal in the eyes of each other. Well I hope so!

I think as long as one race is ready to be defensive against racial discrimination and the other is working at not coming off racially offensive, there is always going to be some kind of barrier. I feel this causes more racial tension than actual open discrimination.

I am not advocating for any race, let me make that clear. I am just sharing my thoughts on what I have felt this past year and as I mentioned earlier, apologies to any one who finds offense in this.

I really hope that someday we get to that border line where instead of racial segregation, there is more writing on how far we have come as a people.

It’s a Self Thing Now

Broken

There was a time when man would give his all

When man wouldn’t care so much about his fall

He concentrated on any sound that was a call

Yes! he cared, he loved, he gave

That was his pleasure, his fave’

But then something changed

Maybe he became rotten to the core

Or actually a core no longer existed

So man focused on himself

Believed only in himself

Assumed only for himself

Actually he defined SELF in HIMSELF

Maybe it wasn’t on him

We might not want to admit it but we play a major role

We drove a part of him out

We allowed part of him to be broken

We marked, we scorned, we mocked

Just because he wasn’t like us

We let his fear and flaws be his judgement seat

And that is the core thing fail to see

We feel, we witness, we contemplate

But in the end we fail to comprehend

And maybe we should stop trying at all

Because we created a broken man.

Cry For Help

So this is a story of a young girl, the happiest anyone knows. She is lively, loved by everyone. She has a way of uplifting the spirit of anyone she comes into contact with. But one thing, she cries all night with the most painful chest cramps. Not because of physical pain but emotional drain. She is so unhappy but no one knows that, and dare she let anyone in. She has suffered constant rejection in her love life and this makes her feel she might never be good enough. She tries to cling on to any kind of love or any sign of it at all. She gets it all in her head, and maybe that’s why she keeps messing up. She tries to be herself as much as possible but the face she has worn her whole life won’t let her. She can’t let her true emotions out because of the fear of snares and judgements. The only thing she wants is a simple word phrase that will imply she is wanted. Feeling she isn’t good enough for anyone tears her inside out. This also makes her fail she is a failure as a person. I don’t know if you can relate in any way but this brings tears to me.

I don’t understand how one person can keep all this bottled up and still manage to sneak a smile, living normally but that is life. We see but that doesn’t mean we know. We hear but that doesn’t mean we are paying attention. Let’s try to give a piece of the love we have inside.

You add value to lives if you can make anyone smile. You are not just wanted, but needed. I love you.

Me Day

Ceremony

If there is a ceremony I would add to my calendar, it would be a Me Day. It will be my special kind of festival. It wouldn’t be the same day as my birthday. It wouldn’t be a day friends and family will call to give me numerous wishes. It wouldn’t even be a day I get the most amazing gifts. It would be a day that only I know about. I would wake up as late as I want, eat what I want, not exercise, make sure it is a day that I don’t see any faces. I will turn my phone off so there will be no interference. It will be the only day in the year I get to be selfish and not judged for it. A perfect day only for me. Well, maybe I will buy myself a little gift just to spice things up, get a weight chart and have a phone handy to call 911, just in case (LOL). Hands up if you’ve never thought of the same thing, or at least something similar.

Forgiveness

Forgiveness doesn’t have to be based on the kind of hurt. If you really want to learn how to forgive you just have to learn to regard everything as trivial, when you do the kind of hurt doesn’t matter. After forgiving, it doesn’t mean you have to associate with the person. Even if the person’s hurt caused you to sin. If your hand causes you to sin cut it off, but you have to forgive all.

Let’s Salute the Audience

There is something I’ve still not been able to figure out in years- why people will even read what I post. It is the greatest honour ever that someone out there is willing to spend at least fifteen seconds of whatever I have coined from probably just a second of a thought. Today, my audience, I give you the respect you deserve. Not just us who write deserve it- you do more. Just one of you makes the views one higher than the former. Minus you, there’s actually no count.

Happy Audience’s Respect Day:-)