She's Not Your Sister!!!!!

Man, why didn't I think of this before? I think I might have one of the reasons why black men and women can't get along-we keep referring to them as sisters. I know that seems trivial, but language is truly powerful. If you continually tell yourself something, eventually it can come to bear. Whatever you say can manifest itself into being-especially if you say it enough time. So then we're in agreement that their is power in words? So how then have we affected black male and female relations by calling each other brother and sister? If you think about it, we've actually been feuding like immature siblings. Not behaving as a unit, but like two members of a family competing over resources, attention from parents, etc. Sit back and really think about it. The real question is, who decided that we should call one another that? Was it black people themselves? It wasn't us who decided to call ourselves Negroes or African-Americans. In fact, I don't think we've named ourselves since we stepped off the slave ship. Furthermore, the whole brother and sister thing came about at one our most pivotal and revolutionary times during our stay here in America-the 60's. If there was truly a time in history that we could have instituted change it was during that period of black love, black pride, unity and revolutionary spirit. I, for one, am a revolutionary baby-I was born during that period and it has been the foundation of my beliefs as far back as I can remember.
Anyway....

We both know that anything Massa gives us ain't worth a hoot. He fed us the least healthy of the food. Gave us the raggediest clothing he could get his hands on-he could have sprung for some uniforms...come on, even a prisoner gets a uniform. He gave us the least desirable housing quarters. Broke up our families. He wouldn't let us read and gave us what I consider the most damaging element to our community, his useless, watered-down version of religion. So what makes us think that in this day and age he is going to give us anything worth having? I'm not sure where those silly terms brother and sister came from, but we truly are acting like immature siblings toward one another. Our sista's, like most sisters do, even go tell on us. That's right, go poll some of those young men sitting their asses up in jail, you'd be surprised how many of them up there because their sista went and told on them.

I don't want to sound like Malcom X, jr. but the one thing that white people fear the most is a unified black community. There's no competing with an awakened black people. The trickery runs so deep, do you know that in America if you're born with one drop of black blood you're considered black. But in any other part of the world, especially North Africa, if you have one drop of white blood you're considered Caucasian? Yes people...this is true! Ethiopians are considered Caucasians. Those Indians like Veejay Singh (golfer) that have that jet black skin but straight black hair? Caucasian. Yes. So then, what really is a Caucasian? And why the two different standards? The point that I'm trying to make is that there is power in language and something so subtle as calling your God-given mate your sister has to impact us negatively. She's your mate, not your sibling. And the majority of black folk I know highly detest incest. What is it doing to your mind to call this woman you have carnal knowledge with sister?

They are our women-let's drop the brother and sister schtick-especially since we can't really say where it came from. Perhaps if we start calling one another something else, something more appropriate, we might begin to see a change in how we relate to one another. I've got it....allow me to greet you all, my Black Queens.....

Gotta get to work.

TPOKW?

P.S. And ya'll gotta stop calling us worthless nigga's (I don't care how you spell it-it's got to stop). Deal?