I’m so tired of these mixed, biracial & lie-racial women having the audacity to be labeled by others as “half Black” Ha! Y’all wish. Who are you to define another person?
And when I took a mixed girl out on a first date, I told her just that. I met her at my niece’s dance recital. Coming off a break-up, not looking for a rebound. She was 6’1 in flats, tall-ass looking like a pretty giraffe grazing the savanna. I didn’t know whether to box her tall ass out for the rebound or ask her number. I did the latter. Her ass was fatter. Not that it matters. The most attractive thing about a woman is not a fat ass, pretty face, thick curves or slim waist. It is her resilient ability to get back up after falling, & push forward.
Not to be forward, but I asked her name, then her number. No need for game. I was enamored, not by her curvy frame. But by the pictures she allowed the brush of my intellect to paint on her canvas brain via her poetic mind. Drawn deeper the abstract thoughts she painted on mine. She was an artist. And they’re sensitive about their shit.
By: Ebrahim Aseem
Two weeks later was our first date. I planned the events. Dinner at a Haitian-fusion restaurant, Manje Ayisien, before the concert, Janelle Monáe accompanied by a live Orchestra. I orchestrated hand-holding & arm-wrapping around her waist, but before we could give our Poulet Aux Noix ak bannann peze a taste, the controversial topic of race, came charging out her mouth, slapping me in the face.
“I just love your freckles!” my date complimented.
“Thank you sweetheart,” I smiled, “my niece you saw when we first met always says my face looks like an overly ripe banana.”
“No way,” she laughed, “they’re adorable. oh my God, I used to want freckles so bad when I was growing up. I’d try to draw them on my face with mascara. So, what are you?”
“I’m Black,” I answered, assuming she was referring to my race.
“Really? Are you sure?” She asked, wearing a confused look.
“Well, both my parents are Black and all four of my grandparents are Black too,” I answered. “However, I’m blessed to have been raised in a culture where we learn our true West-African hebrew ancestry. It’s so dope. I get to teach the youngins our langauge every sabbath.”
“That’s so cool you know your culture!” my date affirmed. “I wish I knew mine. I’m just mixed, but my daughter’s father is Black, so I’m always looking to get her into things that help embrace her Black culture too.
“Aren’t you Black?” I asked her.
“I’m only half Black, I’m a mixed girl, remember I told you? Honey you gotta listen,” she joked with a wink. “My mother is from the Dominican Republic and she’s half Greek. My dad is from Haiti and he’s Wolof, with Senegal ancestry. I like how you use the word ancestry, it’s so articulate.”
“Thank you queen,” I said with a slight smile, “but,
mixed people with a Black parent are NOT “half-Black”. They are Black. Fully. Period. By that I only mean, you have just as much right to embrace 100% of every Black culture or white culture you spring from, just as much as someone of your culture who is not mixed. Just because you spring from more than one ancestry, doesn’t make you half off it, half-Black or a fraction White. If you are biracial you are NOT half & half. You are WHOLE & WHOLE. One spirit wrapped in human clothes. The color of a diamond’s wrapping or packaging does not define its worth. You are a diamond spirit.
Your melanin makes you Black but Black is NOT a race, it is a color & a culture-substitute when you don’t know the specific country in the motherland your ancestors came from. #EbrahimAseem Any one who has African blood in them is “Black” only because the first human on earth came from a Black woman’s womb. This is the origin gene.
You don’t have to say you’re full Black, nor pick sides or choose one race to identify. No. Embrace all of you. Every racial ingredient. You are white and black, and blended, and whole, and enough. Just innerstand you partake in a regal ancestry & nucleus all life springs from. Melanin.
Black is a culture-substitute. Nigerian, Jamacian, Ethiopean, etc. are races & ancestries. White is a culture-substitute. French, Italian, German, etc. are races & ancestries. Know your ancestry. Define yourself. Embrace 100% of your cultures with 100% of you, not half of you.
“I needed to hear someone who’s Black tell me that,” my date confessed. “Ever since I was a little girl I was teased. Raised by a D.R. mother who identified as “White”. She didn’t know how to do my curly hair and I was always teased for being different. I was always told I was too light. Not Black enough for the Blacks. Not White enough for the Whites. My daughter is considered “too White” for her father’s family. I just don’t want my daughter to grow up feeling like she doesn’t belong the way I felt.”
“She won’t,” I reassured her. “she has you to teach her the color of her skin does not define her. Thank you for embracing all sides of your ancestry. Never slight any piece that makes up the beautiful work of art you are. #EbrahimAseem If you’re biracial. Own it. Just know you define you, not anyone else. Don’t be afraid to proclaim your own self identity. You don’t have to choose a side. Choose your spirit over your physical form.
Your race or gender does not define you. You define you. You are not a race. You are a spirit wrapped in a box. Who cares what color the box? The treasure inside counts most. Value spirit over body. You don’t have to divide yourself up to fit a category or mold. You are not in a universe, you are a universe. #EbrahimAseem No matter the matter that makes up the beautiful soul you are, you define you, no one else.
Black is not a country. Black is a culture. You can be “half Nigerian” or “Half German” as both are countries, but you can’t be half a culture. You are 100% of ALL your cultures. Embrace each one of your cultures with 100% self love. #EbrahimAseem
All those with melanin & African ancestry share the Black culture. No one has a monopoly on Black culture just, because they’re darker, lighter, or more “hood”.
You’re called Black, because they don’t want you to know The Moors, who conquored Rome, are your ancestors. The Queens & Kings who ruled Kmt. before he was renamed “Eygpt”, are your ancestors. The Olmec who ruled in the Americas centuries before Christopher Columbus ever steped foot there, are your ancestors. #EbrahimAseem The spiritually ascended, divinely favored Hebrews are your ancestors. They ruled the motherland before it was renamed after a Roman General Scorpio Africanus, who massacred women, men & children in Cartigage, for having Melanin. You can label a beautiful flower Black, but it will still grow from concrete, though it’s called by another name, it is still just as sweet.
We ate our Haitian cuisine, snapped a picture of us hugged up together and made our way to the concert. I posted the picture of us on my Facebook, with the caption,
“Men, let’s start taking these loyal women OUT on a planned, paid for date, not just into your bed for sex & Netflix. What makes us a MAN isn’t giving our attention the 100s of pretty girls we see, or to InstaModels in our DM. No, it’s giving ALL of our attention to that sweet, caring, intelligent woman once she shows she DESERVES it. #EbrahimAseem
Being a single man does not mean sleep with every girl in your phone. Let’s kill that double standard. I am abstinent while single, because my mother raised a king, not a hoe. Let’s stop using “talking” as an excuse to sleep with every girl on Instagram. #EbrahimAseem
Do not “talk” to a loyal woman. Talking is for teens. It goes, Date her. Court her. Commit to her. Propose to her. Kings, take the virtuous woman who has a crush on you out this week! It is NOT “trickin” & you’re not “buying” her time. No. You are showing her you’re WORTH her time & not wasting it. #EbrahimAseem “
Just five minutes after posting the picture, there were 50+ comments. Mostly race related.
Black doesn’t mean “dark”, it means, “child of melanin who exudes light.” – Ebrahim Aseem Darkness is the most powerful, feared light. We are the light of this world. Most emulated. Never duplicated. Out of eternal Blackness, let there be light.
Dominicans are Black. Conquerors from Spain force feed the African slave their Spanish language. Haitians are Black. Conquerors from France force feed the African slaves their French language. The Dominican Republic government has historic racism & xenophobia towards darker-skinned Haitians, whom they create laws to deport, despite the fact both Dominicans’ & Haitians’ ancestors descend from Africa.”
Race, transrace, gender, transgender & religion fueled events are being orchestrated to distract our mental ascension & attention against the current attack against all American civilians’ minds. They want us to be their drones. Wake up. Work 9-5. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. That’s not living. They give us money and steal our time. Time we could spend elevating our mind. Realize you are one of a kind. No race is better than another one. Because there is none greater than the spirit you are under the sun. #EbrahimAseem
Race is a label created by man to divide us, so we won’t see all our similarities of the spirits inside us. Your ancestry is the history of your culture. Like Italian food. French decor. West African Art. European folklore. Yet, that is only the history of our genes. By all means, we are not our physical form. We are the spirit wrapped inside, like a treasure gift wrapped inside a box. Treasure your self. Know your worth. Do not appraise the value of another. Exude light, peace & love.
By: Ebrahim Aseem
Author of the book, “Why Men Cheat on Loyal Women”
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