Nappy Headed Black Child

so im up late as usual. However this time its not due to insomnia via late night reading, anime, or writing. Its due to the fact my lil sister is graduating high school on Sunday and from the 6 schools in her school district only 30 black males are graduating with a grade point average of 3.0 of better. Being a product of these schools myself needless to say i have been unable to find sleep.

I think about the thing going on in my world a 7 year old named Aiyana Brown is in the ground due to police brutality, a 17 year old Jerean Blake is in the ground because of a look, the oil spill in the gulf, and yet another black man dragged to death in Anthony Hill

i then examine my conversations and those of others that i have been privy to...folks im sorry to say it aint balancing out.

Among the company i keep I am finding (much to my dismay) that our conversations are amounting to shit. Simply serving to edify our own ideological/moral positions as opposed to translating to something that produces tangible results. To be perfectly honest by that standard my musings here dont measure up.

Not that I'm writing some tome of black salvation. Mostly I'm writing the tome of my own salvation. Helps me keep up with my perspective so i can remain consistent and refine over time. But in the end if whats here is not translating into viable solutions and uplift for my brother and sisters, then clearly my focus is misplaced and I'm not doing enough. Being that I pride myself on being a solutions type of dude this is a problem.

The Fruitless and Frivolous have got to stop. We/I gotta start acting w/ some ruthless practicality