The Strong BLACK woman is DEAD!??!???…hmm. Can’t be..

Posted on January 13, 2011. Filed under: Life, Random, Women | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , |

So I found this poem which is getting passed around the web, feel free to read the poem, comment, express yourself. That’s what we’re here for!

The Strong Black Woman is Dead…

On August 15, 1999, at 11:55 p.m.,
while struggling with the reality
of being a human instead of a myth,
the strong black woman passed away.

Medical sources say she died of natural causes,
but those who knew her know she died
from being silent when she should have been screaming,
milling when she should have been raging,
from being sick and not wanting anyone to know
because her pain might inconvenience them.

She died from an overdose
of other people clinging to her
when she didn’t even have energy for herself.
She died from loving men who didn’t love themselves
and could only offer her a crippled reflection.
She died from raising children alone
and for not being able to do a complete job.

She died from the lies her grandmother
told her mother and her mother told her
about life, men & racism.
She died from being sexually abused as a child
and having to take that truth
everywhere she went every day of her life,
exchanging the humiliation for guilt and back again.

She died from being battered
by someone who claimed to love her
and she allowed the battering to go on
to show she loved him too.
She died from asphyxiation,
coughing up blood from secrets
she kept trying to burn away
instead of allowing herself
the kind of nervous breakdown she was entitled to,
but only white girls could afford.

She died from being responsible,
because she was the last rung on the ladder
and there was no one under her she could dump on.
The strong black woman is dead.

She died from the multiple births
of children she never really wanted
but was forced to have
by the strangling morality of those around her.
She died from being a mother at 15
and a grandmother at 30 and an ancestor at 45.

She died from being dragged down
and sat upon by UN-evolved women posing as sisters.
She died from pretending
the life she was living
was a Kodak moment instead of a 20th century,
post-slavery nightmare!

She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful,
just to have a man and the house.
She died from lack of orgasms
because she never learned
what made her body happy
and no one took the time to teach her
and sometimes, when she found arms
that were tender, she died
because they belonged to the same gender.

She died from sacrificing herself
for everybody and everything
when what she really wanted to do
was be a singer, a dancer, or some magnificent other.

She died from lies of omission
because she didn’t want
to bring the black man down.
She died from race memories
of being snatched and raped
and snatched and sold and snatched
and bred and snatched and
whipped and snatched and worked to death.

She died from tributes
from her counterparts
who should have been matching
her efforts instead of
showering her with
dead words and empty songs.
She died from myths
that would not allow her
to show weakness without
being chastised by the lazy and hazy.

She died from hiding her real feelings
until they became hard
and bitter enough to invade
her womb and breasts like angry tumors.
She died from always lifting something
from heavy boxes to refrigerators.
The strong black woman is dead.

She died from the punishments
received from being honest
about life, racism & men.
She died from being called a bitch
for being verbal,
a dyke for being assertive
and a whore for picking her own lovers.
She died from never being enough
of what men wanted,
or being too much for the men she wanted.

She died from being too black
and died again for not being black enough.
She died from castration
every time somebody thought
of her as only a woman,
or treated her like less than a man.

She died from being misinformed
about her mind, her body
and the extent of her royal capabilities.
She died from knees pressed too close together
because respect was never part
of the foreplay that was being shoved at her.

She died from loneliness in birthing rooms
and aloneness in abortion centers.
She died of shock in courtrooms
where she sat, alone,
watching her children being legally lynched.

She died in bathrooms
with her veins busting open
with self-hatred and neglect.
She died in her mind,
fighting life racism, & men,
while her body was carted away
and stashed in a human warehouse
for the spiritually mutilated.
And sometimes when she refused to die,
when she just refused to give in
she was killed by the lethal images
of blonde hair, blue eyes and flat butts,
rejected by the O.J.’s, the Quincy’s, & the Poitiers.

Sometimes, she was stomped to death
by racism and sexism, executed
by hi-tech ignorance
while she carried the family in her belly,
the community on her head,
and the race on her back!

The strong silent, talking black woman is dead!

Or is she still alive and kicking?
I know I am still here.

Laini Mataka

 

 Response by D.S. White:
The Strong Black Woman is Dead! Or is She?No she’s not dead
she’s just experienced a rebirth. Through the memories
of her daughters and granddaughters
who have learned
from her triumphs and failures
and realized
that strength is knowing
when to ask for help
when to cry out
when to be silent;

She’s realized
that what she’s experienced
does not define or confine her
that pride which prohibits healing
is no longer a banner
but a prison;

She’s realized
that she is a word spoken from God
and as such
cannot
will not
return to Him void.
In essence she’s come full circle
in realizing that
servitude was not the problem
just the master she served;

She’s realized
that being proactive
is much more effective than being reactive
so she chooses her battles wisely
knowing when to fight
and when to let it go
her choice of weapons being
an education
proper financial planning
and community involvement
to enrich the next generation;

She’s realized
that it rains on the just and the unjust
so she’s chosen
not to harbor
a sense of injustice;

She’s realized
that comparisons are self-defeating
so she’s chosen
to celebrate her uniqueness
and strive for her personal best;

She’s realized
that loving
not giving up on the black man
is key
so she’s chosen
to start with her brothers
uncles, cousins, nephews
sons and grandsons
for she knows
the viral power of love;

She’s realized
that submission to her mate
does not equate servitude
so she’s chosen
to embrace the peerless system
of checks and balances
as designed by God;

But most of all
she’s chosen…to forgive
live in the present
and love…always love.
Selfless
committed
love
which takes
uncommon strength.

Copyright © 2005 by D.S. White, All Rights Reserved

 

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The Twerk Team really be Twerkin’ it though!

Posted on August 9, 2009. Filed under: Job | Tags: , , , , , , |

Sooo..as you guys know I LOVESS my YouTube subscriptions. Mostly I have subbed to many natural hair females & also one that’s not natural, but has many great tips && styles. So one day I was on Youtube and I just stumble onto this “girl group” (you could say) of dancers.

They call themselves the Twerk Team.

The members consist of: Lady L, Miss Twerksum && Betty Butt. Not really feeling Betty’s name but OK, it’s not mine, so to each his own. I don’t know how or even why I started watching these videos but they are pretty good, or should I say VERRY good at what THEY do. I have actually just recently subscribed to them && but I can say I love the videos.

I could sit here all day and give you all types of reasons why they shouldn’t do this or that and what they should be doing instead, but at the same time everyone is different. Everybody is looking for a come up nowadays and I think they have found a perfect way to get their foot in the door, even if they do have to go the back way. They already know guys are going to love the videos and it only takes the right guy to notice them, then they are on their way to being on top. I’m not saying there aren’t any women in high places, but they probably wouldn’t endorse a group like this. Honestly I really don’t know if I would. Then again that’s more money to be made but I would really just have to be in the situation to actually know what I would do.

I am posting one of their vids that I enjoy and you guys let me know if you enjoy the video & why or why not? What do you think about the “Twerk Team”?? Would you be involved in a group like this or what?? Would you pay to go see their performances?? Inquiring minds would LOVE to know. Lol.

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Amber Rose: C-D Lister?..

Posted on August 7, 2009. Filed under: Model Type., Style | Tags: , , , , , , , |

Amber Rose Looking Fire Red

This chick right here is Fierce! I really can’t deny it, as much as I want to. Rose has style, individuality, creativeness and she’s bold && dramatic. I absolutely love this chick and I don’t even know what she does for a living.

Kanye really put this girl on and she is milking her 15 for everything it’s got. I wouldn’t be surprised if she started doing Camel commercials. I don’t know about her experience but I wouldn’t be surprised to see her on the big or small screen. She’s already been on the computer screen, exhaustingly so. Hailing from a stripper to a spotlight Diva, this chick really found her a ‘Ye –this is what I call guys that let girls use them for what they have && don’t mind it. She has helped both of their situations.

Rose already has people trying to imitate her style and fierce blond hair, however Rose just has one of those faces…some of her looks only work on HER. So, if you don’t have the face then please don’t try to taste her style. That’s one thing about this world people rely too much on Celebrities. They get their slang, dances, style and swag from celebrities. When someone like Amber Rose comes on the scene and shakes things up, people wanna imitate her calling it “different,” but I guess it’s just Human Nature and the world we are living in right now.

I know I can talk all of the BS, but I can admit I’m not a bold person but I know what I like. However, you don’t have to be bold to be different anyway. I’m getting there step by step and day by day. Trying to figure out who I am and what I like. It takes time for everyone. However, it helps A LOT when you have a stylist that is a phone-call away..

Amber Rose Strippin in Pink

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