Thursday, 22 November 2018

This Black Woman and her Ancestors




Today I am full, but not from the meal that is served in abundance. Today I am full of deep gratitude for my ancestors. I am grateful for the men and women who came before me and paved the way for my existence. Those who sacrificed and kept quiet so that I can be this outspoken black woman I am today. Those whose names I do not know because their history has been erased. My ancestors, whose art flows through my fingers and out through my paint brush. I am grateful to the theologians, like Cubie Kelly, that studied and practiced their craft masterfully, that I can speak a gospel that my heart knows to be true. I am grateful for the grace and poise, for the beauty and the presence that I know comes through me from strong, resilient women. So many amazing people made me possible. The poetry that forms in my mind, on pages and my tongue, is not just mine. This poetry is words that were thought to be dead and lost forever, and yet here they are living on through me.  I have spent a great deal of time, asking for more, and now I wonder, “how can I be a better conduit?”

“How can I form a better alliance and stay in alignment with that which I have been blessed?” I am guilty of always asking for more and ignoring the countless blessings in the numerous gifts that have been given to me naturally. I can create a recipe in my mind and execute it to perfection. I can transform the ambiance of a room with merely a vision and even on a budget if need be. I wish I could name the original ancestor that made this possible. I do know that Jewel gave it to Sylvia who gave it to me. I have been blessed with so much. How can I be a better expression of these blessings? That’s the new question that I am asking of God. For a long time, I always felt I was at a deficit. Looking out at the world, it is easy to identify with what is perceived to be missing. I have been searching for years for answers, for solutions, that would somehow make me whole. After all, I had a rough start, a start where so much was missing. I grew up in the projects. It was such a traumatic and brutal experience. The daily exposure to violence and scarcity will be forever seared into my mind. I felt alone quite often in those days, and most of my life. Imagine that. Being one of nine children and feeling alone always. That loneliness was derived from a lack of feeling seen and understood rather than physical presence though. I felt so far away from God. For all of the things that I experienced, I often thought, how could God have been present for that?

When I reflect though, I can see where God was always there. So were all of the amazing folks that came before me. I think of the times I was spared from trouble while hanging out in a trap house with drug dealers with no thought to the consequences, or by listening to internal directions that told me which way to run or just because something greater was watching over me. How I was spared from being beat to death in a fight where I was severely outnumbered. I was always being watched over because I am important. I am a treasure. I am the one that can bring so many unrealized dreams into this world. So many beautiful things that have waited for decades, even centuries, to be born. I have for so many years been searching for and seeking to achieve the things that would make me great. I can see now that I AM great in my existence. Not because of my ambition. Not because of my vision. Not because of me on my own. I am great because I am the culmination of gifts that have compounded over time to make me possible. I am great because of all those that have come before me to make my greatness plausible. I am great because of those who struggled in ways that I may never have to. I am great because of my ancestors, and I am grateful for all that of the possibilities that flow through me because of them. May I continue to be the greatest expression of these blessings that I can be, and may you recognize the gifts made possible for you by all of those who came before you. May you be thankful and rejoice in all that you are.

Tuesday, 13 November 2018

This Black Woman & Needing a Savior



As a self-proclaimed empowered woman who is ambitious, intelligent, brilliant and extremely tenacious, I initially shuddered at the realization that I secretly felt the need to be saved. I wasn’t looking for a man to save me. I wasn’t even looking for Jesus to save me. I was looking for money and wealth to save me. I was looking for mentors to save me, believing they knew better than I. I was looking for the ways of “whiteness” to save me.

After thirty-four years on this planet, I finally came to the realization that my need to succeed at life and any endeavor was being fueled by my deeply-rooted feelings of unworthiness and inadequacy. With that realization, I also came to know that this was ultimately, very disempowering. The thing about needing to be saved is that there is no shortage of persons with a savior complex, (especially a white savior complex) so you will undoubtedly find the “help” you need. I have personally had my fill of spiritual white women and their need to save women of color or bless us with their generosity. My inferiority complex led me right to situations where I found myself preyed upon and exploited. On the specific subject of spiritual white women, for now, I digress. More on that in another conversation another time. Like me, you will eventually find that true aide should be empowering, but when the foundation of a relationship is built on one person needing to be saved by the other, there is a power inequity in this dynamic usually in favor of the “savior.” Quite frankly, when you are needing to be saved by a man, woman, money, job, or Jesus, you are giving your power away.

As an extension of God/Source/Universe, whichever you prefer, you have been endowed with a great deal of power. Very important parts of that power are free will, causative living, and the ability to summon the answers and aid required for cognitive decision making. In short, you are powerful beyond measure. God is so magnificent and created you to with so much intention, she created you to be self-governing. Now what’s more dope than that?

Somewhere along the way, possibly lost in life experience, we forget that we have all of these amazing abilities intentionally bestowed upon us by this all mighty Universal force. We come to believe that being human is this small, insignificant experience that is far removed from the powerful Source that created us. We begin to believe that life is happening to us. In some ways, life does happen to us.

Take me for instance. I was born the seventh child, into a family of nine to single black mother with a high school education. Our neighborhood was saturated with drugs and violence. Our household was also a turbulent environment because amidst creating a family whose size would undoubtedly be challenging for two parents, my mom never had the opportunity to learn who she was or develop herself in any way past being a teenager. This made for a parent that had temper tantrums, was incapable of managing her emotions and stress, and perpetuated the generational traditions of physical abuse and emotional abuse as the primary form of discipline. My mom disciplined through humiliation and embarrassment quite often.

Now take me, this very sensitive child, who really needed a great more individual attention and love than the average child, or at least more than I received. My mother, based on a collection of decisions, was incapable of providing the environment and parenting that I needed. It would make for difficult teenage years and a rocky transition into adulthood for me. To be clear, I don’t hold any blame with my mother. I honestly believe that she did the best she could, considering the situation. Essentially none of this is my fault either, but it’s my responsibility to change the effects of the things that have happened to me over which I have no control.  It’s not my fault, but it’s my responsibility.

I grew up in impoverished and adverse conditions, with limited resources and limited exposure to the world at large. Though I have had the chance to transcend those circumstances, the many things I did not know became immediately evident. I realized that I had gaps where “normal” experiences should be. Coming from where I’m from, higher learning, properly managing finances or making large purchases are hallmarks that could be the first in many generations. Exposure to different groups of people with different backgrounds and conversations allowed me to immediately reflect on what I knew. It can be disheartening when you are constantly trying to play catch up to relate to your expanded peer group. I often experienced feelings of hopelessness, and those feelings in certain ways, not all, caused me to take on an attitude of victimhood. Now I would have never described myself as a victim of anything because I am resilient as fuck, but victimhood is disempowering in that you start looking for someone (or something) to save you from a situation that you actually have the power to change. As I have been diligently working to reframe my mindset and heal over the years I couldn’t ignore some of the more challenging areas of my life and my mindset towards them.

 The onset of feeling like a victim can be subtle, after all, your challenges are valid. For myself, it has shown up in the form of waiting, being hesitant to take risks or simply take action. Waiting on signs from God or superstition, perfecting timing, or the best advice, not in a way that empowered me to take a calculated risk, but in a way that I hoped I would be saved from any unfavorable outcomes. Waiting because I did not feel empowered enough to trust my own intuition and my ability to overcome circumstances.

Victimhood can also show up in perceived deficits. I would (and can) go into overdrive because I believed that I am at a disadvantage, in many ways, instead of simply embracing my starting point. Everything I did was fueled by making up for what I didn’t have, (i.e. the right education, financial structure, family, inheritance, gender, race, physique, geographical position, etc.) There was so much for me to feel disadvantaged about, and it proved to be toxic fuel, because perceived deficits are often rooted in feelings of inferiority. Feelings of inferiority often bring about a drive to be superior, when the best prescription really was for me to discover that I am enough. Embracing my “enough-ness” is not something that I did through external achievements and acquisitions, it is constantly being achieved through identifying the beliefs behind my feelings of inferiority, transforming them and learning from where my sense of worth (all of ours really) is actually derived. (Hint: Your self-worth comes from God.)

Realizing that my self-worth comes from being a creation and extension of God, and that it is static, meaning it doesn’t increase or decrease, helped me put everything else into perspective. What I had been trying to prove, could only be realized. Like everyone else, I am here in this life to express my Soul. I am much freer to do that without the burdens of inferiority, the limitations of waiting on the perfect timing, favorable circumstances, or someone (or something) to save me from the blessing that is my life.




Self-Reflection:
I invite to explore your own life and empower yourself by asking yourself these questions:

Which parts of my life do I want to see growth, change, or improvement? Reflecting on the different areas of my life, where are am I not stepping up to the challenge? Why?
Am I wanting and waiting to be saved in those areas my life? Why?
How would taking action to get help, learn, or actively manage this area of my life, change my life overall? Would it improve? Would it get worse?
How does the idea stepping up to change this part of my life make me feel? (Afraid, intimidated, uneasy, hopeless, empowered, excited?) Why?

Do I feel worthy of the things, feelings, and outcomes I desire? Why or why not?

What have your answers revealed to you about how you play an active role in creating your life? Are you creating or are you waiting?

Need to discuss your reflections? Book a free 30 minute 1:1 coaching consult with me to take a deeper look into what you have discovered about yourself. 


This Black Woman


Hello there. I am Empriss D. Bennett. The Empriss of Empowerment. Mindset Coach. Writer. Speaker. Activist. At my core though, I am still the little black girl from the West Dallas projects. Instead of sitting on green boxes shooting the shit, fighting, and dreaming of a better future, now I'm legacy building, leading and empowering women like me, and disrupting paradigms. I am healing the effects of hood ptsd. I am a beacon for those that will come after me. I am learning and growing and evolving and becoming. Won't you join me on this journey?