Why Go On????

Why Go On????

The anger is in your face. The emotion of helplessness has you feeling caged in a place where freedom is sold.  Can you afford it? You inhale! Thinking one day you will have to pay for air, then you reflect. Realizing you already do. The price to breathe has been depressing you for years. Death has been an option too many times because the joy of living is short lived. You been to five funerals in the last three years, you trusted people that didnt have the same destination, and you been beaten down for attempting to inspire hope. You are losing. The negativity is pulling you in the ground but you continue to fight. You continue to search for reasons to lift your feet up and walk toward a more positive outcome. Believing there must be something greater has motivated you to get out of bed morning after morning. So you stand in the mirror this morning wondering why should you go on? The door to your room opens while you stare at your reflection. Two smaller reflections enter the mirror and your question is answered….

~AzizBrown~

Let’s Be Honest….

Let’s Be Honest….

Let’s be honest, As black men when we see other black men as a threat we believe we must be physically more equipt than they are. Yet, when we see white men as a threat we believe we must out think them. Why is that? Most would believe because we see black men as violent, criminals, aggressive, or physically dominant. That is part of the reason because our society paints that picture. But, the main reason is because we see black men as honest, direct, and assertive. So, we know whatever is coming will be straightforward. The objective will be present so we understand what is coming. Were black men view white men as sneaky, underhanded, and out to imprison us.  It’s not because we believe they are smarter, just built to deceive and use laws to their advantage, which make us more apprehensive to approach them in a direct and honest manner. I am a proponent of pro-human rights but I also understand that would take having an equal playing field….

~AzizBrown~

Let’s Dance….

Let’s Dance….

Whether I can dance or not, I dance because I can. Whether I am a horrible singer or not I still sing along. I embrace what I can because I can even if I can’t. Death limits us all but life gives us a chance at unlimited chances to change this world for the better. We just need to step up in time where courage is necessary. The gun may be put to your head but you decide how you go out before that trigger is pulled. Be remembered for how you enhanced lives not for how you steal lives. Speak up because you have the voice and mindset to challenge injustice. Question someone being out of control because you are in control. Stop fearing the criticisms of those that are too afraid to look in the barrel and ask the person to put down their weapon. So, just singing and dancing because you can is more than those holding up the walk criticizing those trying. Step up!!!!

~AzizBrown~

I Have Grown….

I Have Grown….

As a young man, I laced up my gloves anytime someone made me angry enough to fight. Matter of fact, I solved “My” issues with words, but for the people I Loved or saw being bullied, I placed my fist on someone quick. I mean, I went to random blocks for beef.  Blocks that could have gotten me killed. Yet, I walked up to groups of men and pressed the cat I had the issues with. I had no regard for consequences. I was more worried about meeting things head on.  I was a fool but I thought I was invincible. Shit, I was ready to die for “peace of mind” in the streets. I knew I grew, when someone hit me in the face while playing ball in college and I continued to play ball. I knew I grow, when I challenged others to fight for themselves before I fought for them. I know I grew, When the white drunk boys dared me to whip their asses but I know I would go straight to jail without collecting 200 dollars. God was with me! I am now blessed to be known more for the information I provide the world than the pain I caused the world. Yet, I am not done giving back….

~AzizBrown~

Depression is Sneaky

Depression is Sneaky

My coworker and I were talking about depression. She thought wanting to be home, trapped off from the world was normal or rather a preference. I told her it is cool to want to be home for alone time or spend time with her family but trapping herself off from the world is a sign of depression. Never wanting to be home or waking up feeling like you have no purpose, are all signs of depression. She avoids rejection so much that she doesn’t try, she does something wrong to someone and fixates on the wrong over making it right, and she accepts losing and is afraid of winning. I asked her when was the last time she went to sleep and looked forward to the next day. She said her birthday (2/22) and I said it’s been over a month. I asked her to think about that. You hate going to work to rush back home to do it all over again. I told her she has to start living. She needs to participate in life; if she wants to sit at home she can find something that interest her on social media and have a discussion, she can ask a coworker she enjoys if they would like to hang out, and/or she can start discussions with people that are hard to talk about….I told her to live because depression makes a lot of people think they are alone but people do care and want you to care as well. The first brave step she took was allowing me to use our discussion to inform others that they are not alone….

~AmazinglyBrash~

My Legacy….

When I Life is brought into a world, a parent must give them a life which changes what’s wrong with the world….

Men Teach Different….

Men Teach Different….

As men we were raised that using our fists would protect everyone we Love. If we learned how to solve our problems but eliminating them, people will know better than to “FUCK WITH US”. Adulthood changes all that, We establish ourselves, we find a mate, we have children, and we build healthy positive friendships. We realize our fist will give us jail time and strip all of that away. We learn to fight for Love different. Instead of using our fists, we start using our heads. We try to resolve conflict with our brains over our brawn. We protect what we Love by always putting ourselves in a position to be present. God knows I have been tested, threatened, knowing I had the ability to hurt someone badly. Yet, I walked away and took one step closer to preserving my foundation. I showed my Loved ones that I Loved them more than my pride. As men we need to teach the next generation that being “A Man”, means thinking ahead and not giving into the moment. Violence will start a cycle of violence,  leaving homes absent of MALE ROLE MODELS….
~AzizBrown~