Few things in the world irritate me like the concept of ‘…making and owning’ another human being. I can’t stand it when people say things like, “I made you!”, “I made her!”. Fam, shhhhhhhhhhh! God that made us all, do you see Him every day oppressing us and demanding our freedom simply because He made us? If your answer to that is a resounding yes, you really need to return to Sunday School for an improved knowledge of the Gospel’s truth. Many parents, spouses, bosses operate on this deeply flawed ‘I MADE YOU’ principle and it really irks.
My sister’s middle name, Chimenim, means;
“God DOES for me”
I remember my dad saying he gave my sister that name because in his words, “…No one made me”. And Chimenim is a reflection of that. It postures you to understand that the thanks owed should be given to the Godfather…not any godfather. It’s interesting that the name is in the present tense, “God DOES…”, continually. Not God did or has done or will do. Yet so many people are quick to snatch the acclaim from a successful person certain that their contribution, however meager or mighty, ‘made’ the successful person. We’re often merely conduits, a light put under a bed can only hide for so long…it must surely shine. With you. Without you.
I thought about this today when I heard resident baby boy and throned King of Moistness, Drake’s song ‘Hotline Bling’ on the radio. The disrespect disguised as concern boggles my soul. Hear Drake tell it:
Kneegroes and gentlefolks of the jury, the first sign of a mentally and spiritually small human being, one with a deep inferiority and inability to keep his/her life in place, is a drive to control someone else’s life. Yes, all while the life of said ‘controller’ spirals out of his clutching fingers.
You don’t own anyone! Do you know how many nerve endings, capillaries,sensory connections, bones, organs, distinct yet dependently functioning parts one singular human being however small has working within him at any material time?! Can you control any one of those things? All of those things put together? How dare you speak about owning anyone when you barely know yourself?
“These days, all I do is
Wonder if you’re bendin’ over backwards for someone else…
Doing things I taught you, gettin’ nasty for someone else
You don’t need no one else
You don’t need nobody else, no”
So this man leaves the city and goes on to have a life of his own and wonders why someone else’s life doesn’t pause for him. Him, the one who trained and taught her. Him, the one who gives the permission to make new friends and pick clothes and live. Him, you know, the one who MADE her.
People are just mad in this world, honestly. Mr. Petty, please have several seats.
(TeeBillz I see you, I’m coming).
Oh Wendelyn! 