Do You Know Your Somebodiness?

Crazy to think that in just a few short hours, this day will be part of history. As I write this, I think about how easily today becomes a memory. The question is, will it be a day worth remembering? Will I remember a cold day with clear skies and the birds building their nests in the tree outside my bedroom window?

As I sit here wearing my I am Black History sweatshirt and my blackballed fists earrings, I am forced to ask myself what it means. What does it mean to be the embodiment of black history? 

When I think about it, I think about legacy. Those things we leave behind for others to grab onto. We live in a world where a person’s significance is realized the most after death. Something about the absence of their presence forces us to consider the nobility of the lives they lived and what we take from it.

Toni Morrison once said, “the function of freedom is to free someone else.” I think about the responsibility of that, and I resolve that being black history in the flesh means to live my life in such a way that black people feel free. 

Still, I am constantly contemplating what that means in all its fullness. How does a person feel free? What parameters must exist for an individual to feel uncaged? These are not simple questions to answer, yet I think we answer them daily with our actions. I think we answer them with the lives we live.

Alice Walker said “the most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don’t have any.” I supposed this is why Dr. King talked about holding on to your somebodiness, because your somebodiness is your power. Your sense of identity and belonging. Your truth. 

Do you know your somebodiness? Do you know your mother’s name and her mother’s name? Do you know your people? Do you know from what root you sprang? How much time do you spend investigating how to reclaim your own identity? You say you are black history. You wear the shirts, use the hashtags and pump your black fists into the air, but do you know your name? Do you know what was taken from you? Do you know what was not?

Do you know your own somebodiness

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Yecheilyah

I write Black Historical Fiction, and Soulful Poetry for the freedom of all people. Visit me on the web at yecheilyahysrayl.com/

4 thoughts on “Do You Know Your Somebodiness?”

  1. You are so right…How quickly today is yesterday!! We are none of us born with a choice in the matter. One minute we are as air, the next a human being. In a world I would prefer, all babies of whatever creed or colour, should be fed and nurtured, loved and educated, but know the world doesn’t work like that. If only! If lucky, the above can happen , but there are countless children brought up below the poverty line, or mistreated by their parents or guardians., who go on to experience the worst life can heap on them. I sincerely think we should all help each other and treat our fellow-beings with respect. I am now quite ancient but live in hope that the present ‘money-power-worship’ attitude will soften and that such people will think about those lesser blessed than themselves. Cheers! x

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  2. Another fantastic post, and I especially love Miss Toni’s quote… “the function of freedom is to free someone else.” All of us, regardless of race, gender, religion, or national origin need to take these words to heart.

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