What do you really believe? No, really; what do you really, really believe? Do you believe you’re successful, that help is on the way, that you’re a great parent, worker, friend?

Now, think about your answer and explain this; if you feel you can be a millionaire, why aren’t you working toward it? If you feel you have a great story waiting to be told, why aren’t you writing it? If you feel that God has redeemed you, why are you still walking around ashamed?

Is it starting to make sense now? Your beliefs affect your actions. If you believe you have a good man, stop following him around, checking his Facebook and Twitter pages, emails and his phone. If you believe your best days are yet to come, stop living in the past and stop allowing people to reprimand you for things you’re no longer doing.

The reality is, our “mouth-piece” is much bigger than our walk. We talk a good game about all these things we believe, but we spend so much time sitting on our hands that we look more like liars than believers. When we know better, we do better. The world can tell a lot about you by what you spend your time doing. So, no, I don’t believe that you’re in love when you look so unhappy, when your mate is a stranger to me and when your actions don’t reflect it. Sorry, love has never been clad in insecurity, depression and abuse to me. Fashion 101.

You can talk to someone all day, but you can’t change their mentality. You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him thirsty (as my big sis always says). You can have a million ideas, great things, concepts to change the world, but until you step out on faith, with action…I don’t believe you. Be a doer not an intender. Be Great!
 
 
Whether on the local news on in areas where you’d expect to hear “gossip” about Blacks, things are getting ridiculous. This week particularly, I can’t count how many times I’ve shared my discontentment and concern about the current and future state of African Americans.

“The children are our future”? Then the future is looking bleak. As one who believes that art imitates life and not vice versa, it’s no surprise that I’m reading about Laurence Fishburne’s daughter being a porn star or about an ex-NBA basketball player being murdered, allegedly over his dealings with another woman. Also unsurprising: a video that has quickly circled the internet: “Woman wakes up to find intruder in her bed”: a live account of a woman who awoke to a man trying to take advantage of her. While it was probably very frightening at the time, the entire ordeal, as serious it is, has been turned into a spectacle. Like a literal spectacle: diversion from a serious matter to auto-tuned musical accounts of the event. Really? Really Black people?

Who’s to blame? The media for preying on the weak or the [African American] parties who singlehandedly made a fool out of themselves and the entire region of Alabama? The media has one job: tell a story. They did that. I blame the people. I really think it’s a common theme: everything doesn’t go everywhere. Meaning, when you’re at work, that should be evident. When you’re with your friends, a more lax demeanor might be acceptable. And got damn it when you’re on the news… you should not be clothed (in the middle of the day) with a bandana over your head, hair all over the place… You’re not ready. Let someone else tell the story, please. Don’t be upset if other races assume you’re lazy and unemployed…you look it. Combine that with ignorant ghetto talk and voila: image saved.

Do better. Seriously. If the “children are our future” and the parents of these children are ignorant…then the future is ignorant. Start by being responsible for yourself. Get your vocab’ up. Earlier this week, I was joking with a singer, Yiego, (of the The VX, http://www.thevxmusic.com) on Facebook about the difference between cursing someone out and using curse words. The moral of our conversation was that people needed to enhance their vocabulary regardless of whether they are using profanity or not. It’s ridiculous, whether you live in the hood or not, to think that “Run tell that” and “Hide your kids, hide your husbands, they raping everybody” is an acceptable conversation for television, the news no less, is out of line.

This blog isn’t to look down on Blacks, quite the contrary, I’m really concerned and disturbed. I guess we don’t know better, so from one African American to another, see this, read this, learn this…and then do BETTER.

‘Til next time, Live, Love, Laugh.

♥ Author Tierra Allen ♥