Fake-ology 101

Fakism...what is wrong with everyone! Fake seems to be best nowadays, where no one really wants to stand out, stand up for what they believe, for who they are. What is it that cons us into believing that being fake is better than being real...come on somebody knows what I'm talking about. To make friends now you have to be fake, let people see what you think they want to see so that they can be your friend. Or to be "it" you have to be fake as well. Pretending to like music that you don't, clothes that you don't, brers that you don't...Fakism is taking over!

Whatever happened to just saying what's what...you know plain and simple, real and raw...seems like even friends don't want you to tell them the truth, cause they get upset, and then they be talkin' about how you ain't a true friend, it seems most brers are happy with a gurl that smiles, nods and sits pretty rather than a woman who wants to make truth and GOD the centre of the relationship.

I'm tired of trying to impress, I'm even more tired of being pressurised to impress. I'm tired of being told that waiting and pursuing God's vision for me is probably not the best option if i ever want someone in my life. I am tired of seeing bare innocent, naive gurls falling into the traps of pregnancy, drugs, abuse-centred relationships and all the rest of it just because they have been told that it's better to be fake than to be real.

Boyz trying to be men not knowing what they are supposed to be doing, shottin', trying to pimp, brandishin' guns as if they were a fashion statement- all because of the FAKE Ghetto-Fab; Gangster-Rap culture!!

FAKE FAKE FAKE FAKE!! You know why cause being fake never got anyone anywhere, the mask stays on for a while, but then the real person begins to get uncomfortable, to hyperventilate. Fake never works in the end, when the rubber meets the road- no one can really tell you who you should be, that is up to you and God.

Let's be real now, sure I am pressured every day. I feel it all the time- should I be real or fake. Should I tell the truth or lie as an easy escape? Should I portray an image that is not at all respectful to myself or should I act decent despite the costs of segregation and isolation? Should i tell my friends the truth or be content to stay in situations where neither of us are growing or being nurtured? Questions I face every, single, God-given day. To tell the truth, some days I am ready to right the wrongs and stand up and be counted, other days well I wish I could be like everyone else, just move with the crowd, not be noticed, give in because it's easier, fit in for once. Yhep, truly, some days I just think that being real is "long" and that no one cares anyways...

And somehow, thank God, most times than not, that last train of thought brings me back to my core belief; that being real isn't easy... but I could not live with myself any other way. That's what God expects of me, and I realise now as these words come to a halt, that is what i expect of myself!

So much Fakism...I'm just tryin' to keep it Real! Hmm Mhhh