Reflections

Toxic Tragedy

I finally watched Baby Boy the other day. Classic Hood movie? Yes, however tragedy more fits its description. The focal point of tragedy being the lack of hope, or the vanity of it .

Yvette continued to hold a torch for Jody although he cheated, lied, talked to her crazy and even had a baby on her. I wanted to reach through my phone and shake her till she realised she was the most powerful character there. She gave strength to his feeble clutch and fed his ‘power’ with her lack of self esteem.

The lack of hope must be a factor for a lot of realities. If you barely feel that goodness can come through for you, anything is permissable. I’m not sure if there’s a complete tangible way to help someone, encouragment of course is key. However, as corny as it sounds, it must start from believing for own self.

Reflections

BLACK Black

BLACK Black is what you could our honest heart. BB has its head under water in mixed company, only surfacing when it clocks a receptive face. Other than that it’s only in the mind, laughing and commenting.

Luckily enough I haven’t felt like the absolute ‘Other’ in my places of work but BB isn’t displayed in its full glory. Is that the opposite of authenticity? I shouldn’t feel awkward when BB creeps to the surface in my colleagues conversations, and they laugh how BB does or loosen words in line with what compliments the culture, but it kind of scares me. That the other people will see it as them being ‘too bold’ or it somehow shows us up. Obviously it doesn’t but I find myself wanting them to calm down before it goes too far. Too far into what though? I just never want there to be a reason for it to backfire onto us. I wince unnecessarily.

I don’t think I’m the only one who has felt this but I am working to make it baseless. BB won’t be understood or comfortable to everyone but its harmless and enriching. Therefore if BB chooses to naturally float to the surface, I will learn to embrace it wholeheartedly and defend its right.