Back inna di day, I had a little blog called Random Epiphanys (I know, I'm not the best at naming things), and in 2011 when For Colored Girls movie came out, every black woman was feeling empowered and strong...
But back on the testosterone ranch, they were in a tizzy hunaaaaay.
I was so confused. Like, we couldn't have a bloodclot minute? I angrily wrote For Colored Guys because I just did NOT get it.
Fast forward to good ole 2017. Where blacks people are getting shot down like a carnival game, women are finally coming out about sexual assault and everyone is shocked (but women), and in the midst of all the negativity, black women are having a revolution. We are seeing our worth and shining in it. We are sprinkling our Black Girl Magic for all to see are trying to use it to counteract this shit show of a year we are living in. Last night, they came out like a bunch of Deltas who just crossed strolling to get on my level (I'm assuming that still their hype song and we didn't leave that in 2006), and voted in Alabama to BARELY keep a pedophile from winning the senate race.
5 minutes into the celebration... Black men held up there index finger like *wait a minute girl* we held it down too. Reminded us that they were there too and why should we get all the credit.
"The most disrespected woman in America, is the black woman. The most un-protected person in America is the black woman. The most neglected person in America, is the black woman." - Malcolm X
We deal with it from all sides, but it's a special type of hurt when our own men dont celebrate us. Don't bask in our power. Don't celebrate our wins in unison with us. If the lack of respect from other races is the knife in our heart, from our own men, it is the twist to seal the deal.
I wish our men realized how gut wrenching it is for our look of pride to be met with gazes of disdain, threats, and intimidation. It's to the point where the times we find love and validation in a gaze is from our own women (or mirror but that's a different covno)
I never understood why we are so quick to downplay someone else to make sure our shine is seen. If this was a once off occurrence I'd be annoyed but shocked. However, at this point I'm anticipatory and disgusted.
The rant on my soul can never be summed up into a post. I dont even know if they allow that many characters. But what can put into words is this request..
There is so little love, appreciation, and respect for the black woman, that I pray black men will always be our advocates and never our adversaries.
But back on the testosterone ranch, they were in a tizzy hunaaaaay.
I was so confused. Like, we couldn't have a bloodclot minute? I angrily wrote For Colored Guys because I just did NOT get it.
Fast forward to good ole 2017. Where blacks people are getting shot down like a carnival game, women are finally coming out about sexual assault and everyone is shocked (but women), and in the midst of all the negativity, black women are having a revolution. We are seeing our worth and shining in it. We are sprinkling our Black Girl Magic for all to see are trying to use it to counteract this shit show of a year we are living in. Last night, they came out like a bunch of Deltas who just crossed strolling to get on my level (I'm assuming that still their hype song and we didn't leave that in 2006), and voted in Alabama to BARELY keep a pedophile from winning the senate race.
5 minutes into the celebration... Black men held up there index finger like *wait a minute girl* we held it down too. Reminded us that they were there too and why should we get all the credit.
"The most disrespected woman in America, is the black woman. The most un-protected person in America is the black woman. The most neglected person in America, is the black woman." - Malcolm X
We deal with it from all sides, but it's a special type of hurt when our own men dont celebrate us. Don't bask in our power. Don't celebrate our wins in unison with us. If the lack of respect from other races is the knife in our heart, from our own men, it is the twist to seal the deal.
I wish our men realized how gut wrenching it is for our look of pride to be met with gazes of disdain, threats, and intimidation. It's to the point where the times we find love and validation in a gaze is from our own women (
I never understood why we are so quick to downplay someone else to make sure our shine is seen. If this was a once off occurrence I'd be annoyed but shocked. However, at this point I'm anticipatory and disgusted.
The rant on my soul can never be summed up into a post. I dont even know if they allow that many characters. But what can put into words is this request..
There is so little love, appreciation, and respect for the black woman, that I pray black men will always be our advocates and never our adversaries.
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