Secrets

Sometimes you can be put in a situation where you are required to own up to your past. African Americans have been taught since slavery that there are things that you just do not discuss. Whispered stories are shared, and everyone seems to know but it is deemed a secret. Not much thought is given to how the “secret” event has affected the other parties involved, what is required for them to survive the “secret”, only that the “secret” is kept.

If you dare share the “secret”, even if it is for your own sanity, healing, or survival, it is considered treason among the masses. The betrayer of the “secret” is made to feel like they committed the act, not that they were to a victim of the actions of others. You have to ask is the “secret” is worth denying at least one of the parties a chance to heal, to move forward, too seek acceptance that they too were the wronged party.

Everything done in darkness comes to light, and at some point secrets have a way of escaping and making you accountable for your actions. I learned a long time ago that I have to accept responsibilities for my actions, do I have “secrets” yes, but I am well aware that there may come a time that I must own up to them. I just wish others felt the same, and rather than find me the defector, remember that I just like them was not the artist of this canvas we call life, just a victim trying to survive it.

The healing process each one chooses may not be the same as yours, and that is all right, “secrets” have a way of affecting everyone differently. Therefore, don’t challenge the method that another has chosen to use to deal with the “secret” chose to accept that we don’t have to continue the legacy of “secrets” we can chose to put the burden of the “secret” back in its rightful spot and allow the person or people to take responsibility for this mess they created.






Just the way I see it.
Until next time,

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