In his second thinkpiece from the Chocolate series, ISAAC talks about love, while touching upon burning topics of racism, objectification, "color blindness", and the importance of self-love.
Text by ISAAC
Originally published on May 15, 2019.
Wrapping chocolate in foil is almost as toxic as engulfing chocolate at first sight, not basking in its tastefulness. It is a treasure. And although individuals forget the intense contributions that chocolate has made in all aspects of living on planet earth, we constantly remind ourselves of our worth. To conform chocolate and other indulgent foods, only hinders its evolution of sweetness. We must define our individual identities in all aspects to form personal attributes.
For example, a chocolate’s sexuality should not be an infatuation, and should not be objectified; not just a checkbox on one’s sexual agenda. We are consistently categorized. We are still enslaved to social structures and ideas, yet seen as objects of glorification in sexual endeavors. We are a prize to be won. But this state of affairs is not flattering. Regardless of delicious background, we are held to a lesser sexual quality. With this condition, is our “love” less? We should be treated as something to be loved, to be cherished, as chocolate portrays. In this question, I find myself puzzled. Even chocolates dismiss a separate aspect of love that is very prominent in my life. Some desserts long ago decided to give one’s sexual nature a word to live by and for some to die for. This term overtime has taken a mind of its own. Gay. To be gay, is to be a warrior. You are always prepared for battle, even with your own chocolate counterparts. You are guarded when it comes to love and may be frightened when the love is too strong.
As my young fragile eyes were eagerly glued to the television screen in my adolescent years, I never noticed a chocolate boy representing my difference; reflecting back at me. To be a chocolate gay in the world that God has created, has given me countless mind troubles and at times, an identity complex. How can a world be so cruel? To slap you with the obvious truth, I am judged for being gay, and judged for being black. A doubleheader, baseball fanatics would describe. For what my heart heavily longs for to my cocoa epidermis, I have grown accustomed to being the “repulsive diamond in the ruff”. But regardless the diamond is still a diamond, and I shine. I remain a staple for all things unique. Even though individuals evaluate me internally and externally, this has not stopped me from wanting to be loved and to portray love in the highest. This discrimination is faced with a smile instead of awkward withdrawal. As I flash my pearly whites to the evil that has been born and fed in people, I hope to disintegrate the ignorance and shallowness of their spirits. I will not be ashamed to walk down the street holding the hands of the man I love dearly, as scowls and confusion still form on the faces of individuals in the year 2019.
The most powerful thing a soul can obtain is love. In some cases, a chocolate boy like me gives too much. Believe it when I say, that it is rigid to value your own love. It’s a constant exercise to retain the value that you hold, and the respect you deserve. If you allow things to be brushed under your chaotic, endearing, evolving rug of life, your very own being can become cancerous to your heart. The words that my mother has trembled periodically throughout my dynamic life is; life is not easy. The older I get, the better I understand this sane statement. Wouldn’t it just be a perfect world if everyone roamed the streets with a smile upon their brittle faces? What if the metropolis trees we call buildings, produced heartwarming, meaningful offspring, that only enticed our preexisting happiness? Life is worth living even in those troublesome states. I wear my chocolate heart on my sleeve because to give love makes me feel better than receiving love. From a gentle touch to a bow of my head to promote wishful thinking, I desire to embody the best facet of life.
We must teach our chocolate brothers and sisters and the children of our nature that it’s not about who you love but HOW you love. We should be praising selflessness while still appreciating the love that we possess for one’s self. Who am I to judge how one walks the pavements of life or their approach to reaching solidarity? How dare my chocolate skin even begin to judge someone else, when I have been judged all my life. I want the seeds that I plant in the earth to someday grow into a world of acceptance. To freely bloom in the way they desire, and to not be compelled to overthink actions that simply just feel right to them. Until we recognize that judgment pulses through all of our candy-coated goodness, we will not believe in a better world – believe in a better us.
When you look in the mirror, things can almost seem clearer. That haziness that settles over your delicate eyes, pushes through the thick non translucent fog and appears to leave nothing but a full structured vision. I like to think that life and love can do the same. It could be a relationship break up, or the seeking of a relationship that requires you to clean that glass until you can see directly through without a hesitation for what you see in it. It could be the admiration of your friends and family, that helps you see your reflection a little bit better. Love reflects through everyone, even chocolate. We must cease with this idea that love is color blind. “Love has no color,” is a horrific statement. Recognize the beauty of your color and uphold everything you are and everything you can be. Believe in the strength and power of love. We deserve love. I deserve love. I am chocolate.
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