“Brash”

“Brash”

When you read “AmazinglyBrash”, you may read Brash and think rude, nasty, destructive. But, Brash explains the feeling you will feel from reading my post. A dose of reality can cause us to be so vulnerable that it breeds resentment whether its that great feeling of hope or that stabbing blow of pain. When something we ignored is revealed to us it takes a while before we can accept it. So, read, reflect, react, and re-evaluate….

~AzizBrown~

Is It Color????

Is It Color????

A Black gun was pulled out on a brown man by a white man with a light and dark blue outfit on. The white bystanders are turning pink from shame, the brown people looking on have clear transparent streams running down their cheeks in fear. The brown man was tussling with a white friend that attacked him because he took offense to being called a racist. Yet, the brown man was automatically labeled the aggressor by the black gun and the blue dressed white man holding it. The white friend tried to explain that he was the aggressor but his white privilege was overpowered by the ego of his power hungry counterpart. Color matters!

How can we stop it from mattering so much? Should we make more white guns, have more brown men in blue pulling them out on white men, have brown bystanders feeling shame and white people looking with clear transparency running down their cheeks? Or is it acknowledging the wrong in the room is the overaction of one white man wearing blue causing everyone else discomfort? 

Most will read this scenario and will never see the number of people that see the injustice but refuse to step up because of self-preservation. They are united in thought yet disconnected in action. The issue isn’t color as much as it is ignorance and our inability to come together and unite against that ignorance….

~AzizBrown~

OUR CHILDREN….

OUR CHILDREN….

Our children are starving! They aren’t being fed information that will nurture them! They ask “Why” and we continue to lack the patience to answer all their questions. They want to know, they desire knowledge, but we are too busy dealing with “this life” to “repair our future.” 
Our children are thirsty! Their water is being replaced with blood. They can’t continue to digest one death after another and losing trust in purity of transparency. We are preparing them to survive but we aren’t preparing them to live. We are scared but we have to show them life can be better by fighting for a better life. 
Our Children are Homeless!They need a faith they can actually believe in. We can’t continue to sell them several paths when they are ready to walk. We must build them one path so they can all witness a more just and unified civilization. We are the leadership and we are failing them because we can’t agree on anything. 
Our Children are Growing!

Time is passing and soon they will be taking our place as leaders. We must sit them down at least once a day and remind them why it is important to Love. Why the passion of togetherness must build larger families. Our children need to have hope for the future or we have stolen their creativity to mold this earth into one big heart….

~AzizBrown~

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~