Precious Self-Hate

How many times do we down the drink of self hate until we our intoxicated with ignorance? It is a simple question that arises when I listen to rap music and black men use precious as a punchline. How precious is it to material profit to profit off a hate for your own? It seems that profit is perpetually linked to the linking of blackness to self-hate. As our theme songs diminish our worth we must ask ourselves is blackness worth anything anymore? Or have we simply sought to be judged as individuals while we collectively conspire to alleviate our collective identity to the scrape heap of white supremacy. So once what was thought to be sacred is no more. Our love one another seems to be reserved for recollections of the past while past one another on the street without a second thought. These are the simple thoughts of one who wonders if we will ever see that if precious is a punchline then the joke is on us.