No More Dress Rehearsal

We need no explanation, when you walk into a room you know what you’re up against, stereotype and assumptions. It doesn’t matter that you have a badge that says who you are, a stethoscope around your neck that seemingly define your position,  or that you’re not related to the guy who rob the store. They still reach for their purse or order you in the most demeaning way to get their bedpan because the color of your skin is louder than any badge you will ever  wear. No, there is nothing wrong with getting the bedpan, but their disbelieve that you can be more, that you could possible exceed their stereotypical expectation is blatant.

We are no stranger to inequality our forefathers said that one day we would get a seat at the table and we did, yet here we are still crippled by our own mental slavery. We have an inalienable right to the pursuit of happiness, but yet so many of us are still stuck in the same inferior behavior that once enslave us. We have let down our fathers who taught us to fight, not with guns, knife or violence of any kind but with our greatest weapon, knowledge. No one can take your education from you, so when you open your mouth to speak do so with every confident that even though you weren’t brought here in first class you are now the pilot, own it.

Don’t make it easy for them to point their guns, fingers or define how your reaction is going to be. Don’t get in flame by the stories they chose to shine the light on, be move to be better leaders, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers. Stop looking for the blame outside, the dress rehearsal is over; how about what you could have done differently. We are at the top of our game and somebody knows it, we still holds the baton what you do with it next is up to you.

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