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These are my confessions - Part 2

i have a confession to make.  From time to time i get a little depressed.  When the love of my life, The Well Being of Black People, is having a bad day and i can't do a damn thing about it, i get a little depressed.  Situations like the police planting drugs and guns on Black People in Dothan, AL, the idea of the police executions with complete impurity, the inherent and precedential inequities of american democracy against People of African Descent, and the harm We do to one another depresses me.  Being taught and believing that i live in an equitable democracy, all these things are depressing.  And yes, the 51 Black homicides (to date) in Jackson, ms, the 483 Black homicides (to date) in Chicago and all the others across america depresses me. Living in america depresses me.  Consequently, you may see me walking our community without a shirt and tie on.  You might see me in our community unshaved.  You might even see lot of wrinkles in my clothes.  Now, some of these things may also be attributed to my current economic challenges, but be assured that for me seeing one of our children at the library researching a project, making an online presentation about building a better future for our community, or writing a poem about the Beauty of Our Blackness lifts my spirit instantly. Thank God for bright-eyed curly-haired Black-Dreamers who express their love for my love, The Well Being of Black People. 

 

i have a confession to make.  i am no longer 35 years old.  Hell, i ain't even 45 no more.  Truth be told, i'm actually looking at 65 years of life on the planet.  Now, i do remember be 35, and at 35-55 i remember  being called a specimen on occasion.  There were times when We would sit around and talk about how the "massa" might used us if We were born during the enslavement era.  Well i never thought of myself as breeding stock, however, others often would put me in the Mandingo class.  And while it was a bite flattering to concerned breeding stock, basically cause of my youthful but firm physique, i not ever remember tripping about it.  In fact, i remember a cousin tell me that he didn't understand why i wasn't 275 to 300 pounds based now the way i was eating.  Personally, i didn't understand or care much about it myself.  One thing i was sure of, it didn't come from physical training and/or any muscle-building supplement.

While i really enjoy physical activities, - basketball, boxing, karate, sex, - and i was overly active in until i turned 56, i never "trained" for any sport.  The training, or practice, for the game or tournament was the very least favorite part of the game for me.  i just love the play and i played hard and i always played to win.  i've always had a very competitive spirit.

So while, i never saw myself as a physical specimen, my constant physical activities and natural athletic prowess must have made an impact on others to make them suggest that i might be good breeding stock.  At the same time, my busy active life naturally kept my weight under control.  Unfortunately, i never learned to control my eating habits beyond trying to eat once a day like Black Muslims were taught to do. Keep in mind, ii never joined the Nation of Islam but i did mimic many of their "religious" customs.  Consequently, the once a meal, in recent time, has gone to late night eating and sleeping on it.  And not being 35 anymore, people are "starting to talk" about my physique ready a peek.

Bad news y'all, my body metabolism is working in accordance with my near 65 years, while my mouth/elbow motions and plate size are still running at the 35 year old gauge.  The natural consequence is, i am going to reach that peek and ain't a damn thing y'all can do about it!  So again, i hope y'all can find something else to judge me by, rather than my physical appearance cause i accept myself the way i am.  And in my mind, We, Black People, have many more important hard-hitting issues to deal with than my physique.

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