I look in the mirror only a couple of times in the day and typically, it’s just to make sure my make-up is alright. I’m not standing there thinking deeply as I once did in my twenties. Basically, I like the person staring back at me. She’s come through a lot–and she knows who she is.
This is fostered by a second thought: White women look in the mirror to count wrinkles and to grieve over aging.
Black women look in the mirror and pose. Turning 40 and looking 25 or 30 is normal for us. We shake our butts, snap those fingers, and get to steppin’. God is good, baby.
With that being said, I have to make yet another entry into this blog revealing my inner thoughts about the world in which I live.
While scanning the boards today, there are numerous conversations trending. Several are about the Vogue article indicating how white women have made having full hips popular–and the reaction of many Black women to the nonsensical claiming of that, given that Black women are born with the very body-types that many white women are paying millions of dollars to plastic surgeons to recreate.
The Black woman is the ideal woman.
But the media has twisted the minds of the public in making people believe everything white is right.
Oh, well…it’s the fault of this society to not think deeply about much.
However, Black people really shouldn’t get angry–just keep taking notes, and giving back to White America what it dishes out.
You see, Black people epitomize what white folks wish they could be: The way we look, talk, dress, express ourselves, our art, music, dance; it is all part of a higher creation that was put inside people of African descent. We are the beginning. Africans were civilized when Europeans were still living in caves. Ain’t y’all heard? We be cool like that.
American culture would not be what it is today without Black people. We took everything that was dished upon us and had the nerve to create Jazz. The only original musical art form to come from this country.
Fashion changed the day Black women walked down the run-way.
Our words, literally, have changed the way people speak.
Everything we do is imitated. Hell, we can’t even have conversations with one another without one of “them” listening or butting in. Possessing innate intuition, sharp wit, and wise observational and analytical skills, what we say often seems profound to the most hapless white person.
And yet, the pale donkey has the nerve to call us inferior?
When one really studies white folks, honestly, they are boring people. Empty, void of passion, stoic, expressionless; possessing a spiritual void so deep, it can only be managed by the typical display of risking their lives, like jumping off cliffs or taking hikes in the desert in sandals. They have no culture and find joy in destroying everything that reminds them of that.
Honestly, I don’t think Black people should get mad any longer.
We are the paradigm of what white folks want to be.
But the sad fact here: You can’t wish yourself to be something that you didn’t create.
Without Black people, white folks wouldn’t even matter.
I just wish Black people would begin to understand this…