Last of a Dying Breed

I know that people don't like to talk about or address the state of the black population. However, although there are many, I think that we are considered a dying breed. For some people, that may sound like good news. To me, I would still like my color to exist. I am actually talking about the Black American. Its not that I am racist and its not that I am against dating other races, but I notice this issue. I am a black woman and I date black men. Our race of people get a bad reputation. We are considered rude, disorderly, and whatever else. There are a mass among other races that don't like us, but then we really don't like ourselves. Women and men in this race are always pained with our jacked up relationships. Stereotypes eat us alive, but we eat ourselves alive by doing what is expected of us. I remember my friend was using someone in his short films and getting paid for the performance. The guy he was using had an idea and decided that he really didnt get much of any money for his features in the films. Well, he demanded to receive the films so he can get paid like my friend. Immediately, my friend gave him the films. My friend didn't mind giving the actor the films because he knew something an important fact. He knew that the actor was going to do nothing with them. We have been free for many years and although we had to start from ignorance, we were given a chance to be free. We can now have knowledge, but are we going to do something with it? Well, the dynamics of relationships from now and then is not really something you can read up on. Reading about relationships is not something that helps a race of people pick up broken pieces of love. With all the control from the past, the black lovefoundation was somewhat broken. Our black love was disrespected and mistreated. Black love is so distorted from pain that we can't even fathom what it is about. There are some good marriages and black relationships, but I see it as a representation of the better of the slave masters who didn't corrupt black slaves with their twisted fantasies. However, with all the pain from broken relationships and sexual desire of what was left of slaves, the loyalty of a married slave was lost. The offspring see it and it stays tucked in a very deep place. Now we have our black men looking around for something other than black women and vice versa. Now, our black women don't want to be black anymore. They wish they had better hair, better this, better that, because they look at the masses of non-blacks with the attitude that it's better. I can't lie, I have been there. So I call us the "last of a dying breed."