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I was brought into this world with problems...   Some may argue that other ethnicities were born the same way. Some may believe that everyone has the same amount of problems. Or that the difference in the problems must be left unweighed or are...

I was brought into this world with problems...
 
Some may argue that other ethnicities were born the same way. Some may believe that everyone has the same amount of problems. Or that the difference in the problems must be left unweighed or are incomparable. And, to those individuals, I'd have to say that in America, BLACK, has its own set of PROBLEMS.
 
Why?
 
BLACK HISTORY

I was educated of the hardship my ancestored endured in America. I learned how this country was built with their blood, sweat and tears.  I grew to feel inferior, but ironically optimistic. I was hopeful about all that I would be able to accomplish, because of what they were able to accomplish. 
 
There's something to be said about educating black Americans on their ancestors enslavement, subconsciously, as a black American, you take on the notion that while your ancestors worked hard to get you in the same classroom as "white folks", you will never be equal to "white folks".  
 
Therefore I grew up believing I had a target on my back. I had a target for not only just being black, but being a black woman.  
 
Funny thing is, I am just as much black, as I am Native American as I am caucasian. I believe myself to be an American because I am indeed American. But I will never get recognized as such, my pigment has too much melanin to be labeled as such...
 
Because of this, I will always feel that I am viewed and regarded as inferior, insignificant, ignorant and incapable. And instead of proving the opposite, I watch my peers, my sisters and my brothers, living as such. To scared to defy the odds, so they play along. And identify success as congregating in the rooms were money is present.  
 
 
"Success is attached to dollar signs, not progress..."-Audreyanna Garrett
 
 
BLACK STRATEGY
 
Black people, believe themselves to be "defying the odds" when they achieve college degrees, post graduate degrees, and obtain opportunities at fortune 500 organizations or an executive level position in any corporation. We compete with one another for the top spots. Because we believe there's only room for one nigga at the top!
 
When blacks get to rubbing their noses with the "million dollar" white men, we become the million dollar white men. We forget that we are black until they find the need to remind us again.
 
We only like to remember we are black, once they remind us we ain't shit without them. We are merely one chess piece of an entire board game. They one you can play without...
 
And despite every opportunity we receive, most often we fail to make away for those that long to follow us. The ones with potential, but are bound to the hood by the shackles of poor economics. The street smart niggas, who never have anything to lose. They too, have brains, are smart, and in some cases smarter, than you...   
 
But why is that not normal?
 
Why have we been bred to think that we can not obtain these things, on our own. Or even share the reward, with those who never knew they could build wealth outside of slanging dope and guns... 
 
Why do we have the audacity to believe that our standard is so LOW?  Or that we are excelling if we achieve anything more than...
 
BLACK MENTALITY
 

I think it's absurd to feel that we aren't capable.  But then again it's believable, because there's always one black person, who more than understands the white men rationale, that WE CHOOSE to be bound to the vicious cycle of incarceration. When they won't tell us, and we have a hard time telling us, to do it different...
 
All we need is to understand that corporate hustle is glorified street hustle. Same rules apply. They just took the model and globalized it...
 
Instead we take the information, and leave the rest of us behind.
 
Oh but we come back, to our "roots" as they say, to the economy we grew up in and fought hard to get away, from... We come back when they remind us, our time is up. And the seeds we had sewn kissing their ass, only held the spot for their sons, nephews and grandsons...
 
I went on to college, still focused on the one goal, get the dream job with the right amount of money and leave the hood and all... Yet I was always reminded, that no matter where I was, I was still black and I was still small.  
 
I was taught to stay calm, in a predominately white communities, with a history of being prejudice. I was told to not make sudden movements, to "obey" even when wrongfully accused. And record every encounter, in case the situation ended badly...
 
It almost didn't matter how I acted or responded, my intent was going to be read, in the worst possible way. I had to learn this because my life was at stake. I couldn't be be hopeful or optimistic because everyday the past was repeating.
 
I even graduated, and felt I had to go back two more times. One bachelors degree without the right concentration, is just a waste of time.  
 
Now with three degrees, I am over qualified...
 
THE IRONY...
 
In corporate America, I had to work harder to prove that my color had nothing to do with my level of common sense.
 
As a black woman, in corporate America, I had to fight everyday for respect. 
 
I had to turn my head to matters of inappropriateness, because I was taught that my regard for livelihood was to take precedent over moral.
 
Self-preservation is the motive... 
 
I was made to be the fool or brunt of unacceptable commentary, until I got tired of their incompetence hindering my progress, and made a mockery of their lack of acceptance in my competence.  
 
I couldn't make many friends, I fought for my respect everyday. And ultimately, my work made me an asset... Until reduction forced them to get rid of the "non-essential". So I was left to figure out why juggling three jobs and two projects, wasn't essential to the organization's progress...
 
BLACK FAMILY/LOVE
 
I had to pursue loving a black man, even though most times he wasn't deserving of it. I watched black men beat, manipulate and degrade women in my family as a child. 
 
Despite what I saw, I had to love the black man anyway.  Who else would? Well that's arguable now, but back then, I was told that I would be the only one who would, despite of...
 
Even today, I still have to sit and watch him call me a bitch, degrade me and say all kinds of hurtful shit. And them come home to love him, because it's the only way we know to communicate.  

I have grown to accept that he is the best I can do. Because no matter how much his pain he's caused, or lack of desire I have to love him, I was taught that he was the only one who would, love me... 
 
After all we do understand the extent of black problems...  
 
BLACK CULTURE
 
Our parents taught us to fight for every ounce of respect, to show no weakness, even told us that pride is our greatest asset, and not to live a life of regret.
 
I grew up blaming everyone else for being mistreated. I was bred to hate the superiority of white people, even through they fail to accept that it exists. 
 
And since I live it, and see that it is not dead, I don't know how to separate the past from present. After all, everything I learned showed me that past was still prevalent. So I was to never progress...  
 
I would stay stuck in the idea that black, while it's golden, will never be adequate. And the irony is, we are just as significant as any white man on this earth. But when you are taught to feel less than (whether intended or unintended), when you see your friends with less than, when you love with consequence of doing something and being someone 
different, you get stuck in the culture of black men and women...
 
It sucks to see the way we love one another. 
 
It sucks to see the way we can't stand to see one another, succeed. 
 
Why is it so hard for our men to love us (black women) CORRECTLY? Yet, it should be ok for black men to have multiple women, disrespect, degrade and manipulate black women... 
 
We go to work with the black problems hanging over our heads. We wake up in fear that today is going to be just as bad, as the past 100+ years.  

We have some real BLACK PROBLEMS.
 
Only question is, can BLACK PEOPLE be the ones to solve them?
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