Love is a terrible thing to Hate

This blog is an inspiration from my best friend who has not only taught me what love is, but that as long as it’s love its LOVE, period. Think about your first love. Think about the many or few after that. Bring yourself back to the moment you met them. Bask for a moment in your first kiss with them.

Doesn’t it feel amazing? Isn’t this feeling one of the things that makes life worth living? Aren’t these moments the ones we cherish and hold onto for our lifetimes?

We all want love. Most of us want it to last forever.

Now imagine that because of this love, you were ostracized by others. Imagine being tormented online or in the streets for nothing more than WHO you love. Imagine not being able to marry your ONE TRUE LOVE.

What kind of life would that be? Living in love in the shadows. Being undeniably attracted to that person and not being able to share it to the world.

Moments cherished in hiding.

This is what so many endure in the LGBTQ+ community. There are still many places in the United States where people are treated obscenely. Places where love is treated with disgust or hate.

Can you imagine? What it would feel like to have finally found love in a world full of hate, only to have to deny the full potential of that love because of others.

Though we as a country have come a long way, we still have many states, cities, schools, apartment communities, housing districts, and neighbors that want to rid the LGBTQ+ community of their human right to love. Let all of our voices be louder than theirs.

Let us stand for love, because if we are lucky enough to have found it, no one should ever be able to take it away.

I didn’t know speaking about equality would get me REJECTED from FB

I have always been a person of deep spirituality. Prophetic some might say. I have always thought about what it means to live with purpose. Purpose is what drives me to write. I’ve never been paid to write or encouraged to go against the laws of the land. But what happens when my free speech, and sharing it with others is rejected.

For the first time in my life, power has silenced me. My voice is no different than any other average American. I am not famous or powerful. I am humble. I want nothing more in my life than to leave a valuable message for the generations that live beyond me. I want nothing more than to right the wrongs or at least try to.

Never would I have thought that one of my blogs, written from my heart with only good intent, would be rejected by a platform. Speaking truth to power is important, but what happens when power won’t let us be heard.

I wrote a blog yesterday about supporting my Black brothers and sisters in their fight to gain true equal rights from a system that has silenced them for too long. It was nothing more than what every faith lives on; Treat others how you want to be treated. It is so simple, yet so complex in the world we are living in. An opinion is all. An opinion that spoke of love and support was rejected by FB. I didn’t understand it so I dug further.

I found that in order for me to write about equality, I must first disclose my name, phone number, and address to the platform for approval. Why would I do such a thing, when I watch whistleblowers from around the world be silenced and forgotten. The people in charge want to know who I am before I can speak about what is right. Why? I am not a politician. I am not organizing the resistance. What is the resistance anyway? Isn’t this something we ALL want to see before we take our last breath?

I had to write about it, like so many other things. More than ever, I had to speak up for what I see as wrong. I had to speak up for those who can no longer speak. I had to speak up so that the day I take my last breath, I know I never walked away from the truth. We should all be working towards love. We should all be working towards a better future for each other. These blogs are for my friends, my family, and anyone that ever needed confirmation that love is the way. You can silence me today, but just know I will keep writing, unapologetically.

Power to Black People, Means Power to THE People

A statement with so many layers. A bold statement, misunderstood by ignorance. What exactly do I mean? Power to Black People? Does this mean Black people deserve more power?

A simple answer is, yes.

The same people that have made it their duty to oppress Black people, have made it their duty to oppress the people.

But ALL people are not oppressed?

When 99% of the people are within the lower bracket of our country’s economy as we know it and only a few hold the power to control government with their money, aren’t they? Aren’t most people living under the umbrella of Big Pharma, For-Profit Education Companies, the Banking system, and Corrupt Government?

The continued oppression of Black people is symbolic for what most people living in this country suffer from. Black oppression is the worst of the worst.

When this country turns the tables on how Black people are treated, won’t that set the bar for how all people should be treated. We need the tide to turn. We need the tide to turn in a big way if this country has hope to survive and thrive. Fighting for our Black brothers and sisters isn’t just about fighting for them. It’s about fighting for all of us.

Power can only sustain its power if they divide us. The media, painting pictures of us as if most Americans don’t want the same thing. Why do we continue to believe them? Why do we allow them to act as if they aren’t the ones benefiting from the oppression? Do you not understand that only 6 Corporations own 90% of the media that is fed to us? Do you not think they, the rich and powerful, have an agenda?

But have you talked to your neighbor recently? Have you spoken with your friend of another race? Your co-worker?

We can’t be so blind to the fact that they want all of us to believe that we don’t want the system fixed for ALL of us.

In order for that to begin, we need to see the power, the rights, and the respect put back into our Black countrymen and woman. We are ALL citizens of this beautiful country. We are members of an exclusive place called the United States of America. Don’t you think it’s time for the system that was built by the people (ALL PEOPLE) and for the people, do what it has promised? There are 324 Million people living under the thumb of the 1%. Shouldn’t it be the majority that rules?

America, The Super Bowl, God Shed His Grace on Thee

And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

We can’t forget what it means to be an American.  Not White, Black, Latino, Asian, Indian.  Not where our ancestors came from.

The USA.

Where we came from.  

We’ve lead with the thought, if your color is not my color, you are not my culture.   Though we are neighbors, you couldn’t understand my experiences.

What if we just looked through the lens that we are ALL Americans.  What if we gave ourselves a moment to unite and be proud of OUR CULTURE?

Look around at the world, travel abroad.  American culture will find you.  Why?

Because our country, though far from perfect, has the motive to push OUR nation toward unity.

Let’s Talk Super Bowl 2020.  

Only in the USA, would you ever find the Super Bowl.  Only in this country, do you find that the power in our voices can sway Government and Big Corporations.

50 years ago was the last Super Bowl, the Kansas City Chiefs won.  50 years ago was January of 1970.  Now let’s see how far we’ve come.

This time 50 years ago, there was NO:

  • GAY PRIDE PARADES
  • ABORTION RIGHTS
  • WOMEN COULD GET FIRED FOR GETTING PREGNANT
  • WOMEN COULD NOT ATTEND THE MILITARY ACADEMY.
  • THERE WERE NO WOMEN JUDGES, ASTRONAUTS
  • VOTING BEFORE 21 YEARS OF AGE

On the day 02022020, the Kansas City Chiefs WON the Super Bowl again, and Americans felt, once again, what it was to be an American.

On the day 02022020,

  • Two Latina Women headlined the Super Bowl Performance
  • A Statement of empowerment was made in the jacket of JLO, that Puerto Ricans are Americans (and we, WOMEN, have the right to speak up)
  • Athletes of Black and White skin, represented Brotherhood.
  • Commercials, (largely because of the JAY-Z and NFL collaboration) had a message.
  • Commercials became advocates.
  • The # 1 Game in the world to have airtime, used it’s airtime to bring awareness to social injustices.

On 02022020,

I was proud to be an American.  I was proud to see that the most powerful country in the world, the money that runs the world, was using their power to inflict GOOD.

We should remember that this country is by the people.  It is up to US to make it FOR the people.

#ProudToBeAnAmerican02022020