November 21, 2010 –

I know that I am horrible at writing regularly. Trust me I love to write. I could write all day and night if I had the time. Once I start a writing I begin to think of all the other fun topics I’d like to talk about. Like people being judgmental or intolerant. I want to talk about politics and government, but not in the way everyone else does. I have a bunch of topics floating around in my brain. My current problem is organizing them into coherent statements as to not leave my readers confused. So My next blog topic is still in the works, but I figured I’d let you read a poem I wrote for class some time ago. Enjoy!

You Are BLACK

Isabella was a field hand on a plantation in Mississippi. She had ebony skin and thick curly hair that she tightly wrapped in a scarf before she began her work in the cotton field. She was not the most educated woman, but she knew her Bible and that was enough.

In those days it was custom for children to be sold away from their families. Isabella wanted more for hers. She wanted them to know that no matter what might happen to them, she loved them and believed they could do great things. So every night before her children fell asleep she would tell them:

“You are BLACK—

Beautiful

Loving

Ambitious

Compassionate

Kind—

Always treat yourself and others with that in mind.”

Lucky for us: Isabella, your great-great-great-great-grandmother, was able to keep all of her children, but it did not change the meaning behind those words. So, young Sonya, I must also say to you, as was said to me every night: I love you with all my heart and soul. Even though you are only a few hours old, you must know that

“You are BLACK—

Beautiful

Loving

Ambitious

Compassionate

Kind—

Always treat yourself and others with that in mind.”