So sorry that when you come to this blog, you get the shock of your lives in not seeing yourselves admired, esteemed, emulated, or imitated. This is not White America, dear hearts. Are you confused as to where you are?
You’ve entered the domain of a sharp thinking African American woman who is so high and mighty; if you looked at me too long, you’d need to ask me permission to breathe. Yes, I highly value myself, and other Black women. And I don’t have to qualify as to why, but if you’re curious, I’ll tell you bluntly: Black women are not your doormats, maids, psychiatrists, girlfriends, best friends or confidants. WE ARE DESCENDANTS OF THE FIRST WOMAN–THE BLACK WOMAN WHOSE WOMB SPURNED ALL LIFE, THUS, WE ESTEEM NO OTHER WOMEN ABOVE US–WE ARE THE BEGINNING, AND WALK IN THAT KNOWLEDGE EVERY SINGLE DAY.
That’s why you fear us.
We still walk with dignity, even though we have to deal with inequality and prejudice, and oh! Don’t let me forget, feminism too. We walk with the power of the universe inside of us and the most intelligent of us, allow it to be our guide. And you just can’t figure out where we get all of that cool. Yes, we have to dodge these bullets every single day, but still be wives, mothers, teachers, activists, inspiration, and spiritual representatives to our families, still smiling, although tired, but having the audacity to rock Prada while being tested by the media, society, and racists, who are impassioned in telling us subliminally that we don’t matter.
You see, your image…was constructed in the sick mind of white males, who lied to you and hypnotized you in believing that you were the feminine goddess to be marketed to the world. But what most of you are: is an emotional vulnerable mess, who don’t have a clue of what real womanhood is beyond boob jobs, lip injections, butt implants, facial cosmetic surgery, and hyper-sexualized imagery. Tragically born with pale skin, you spend countless time, energy, and money–even risking your lives, to be brown–like us. You’re a piece of fiction, and the Black woman is the representative of what you can’t be: She’s strong on her own, and even more with the Black man. The features you want and have to pay for, are those of the Black woman: full lips, hips, naturally voluptuous, and ageless, toned skin, in all the colors of gold, tan, brown, bronze, copper, as well as about 30 other color spectrums of the rainbow.
The media tells you that you’re special, but those who’ve been around you, particularly Black women, know you’re a pathetic mess. You cry over the dumbest shit. You’re always scared and insecure. You are vindictive, spite-filled and deceitful. Many of you seem to think it’s perfectly natural to seduce young teenage boys (recent news), even while teaching in the classroom. You’re nasty, as in disgusting, not washing your hands after using the bathroom (WE SEE YOU), and most obvious: you don’t know how to make white men respect you or stay interested in you after you hit 30.
To us, you’re over-hyped fantasia. No substance. Pure apparition.
Just by chance, I Googled the word Bimbo, and guess what, every single time, a white chick was depicted in various poses. Imagine that. Then, something told me to put the word, tramp in the search box. Oh, my…the same thing happened. White chicks all over the place. Then I Googled the word, witch. Lord! White women pictured. Is there something about witches that make you feel wholesome? Guess that’s why so many of you love Halloween: you can take off the L’Oreal and become your natural selves.
Oh, sure, there are good white women, but what pisses Black women off, the bad ones seem to get the benefit of the doubt along with the Joan of Arcs.
We don’t get that consideration. We’re always angry, unloved, something to be feared or condescended to. If you listen to the hype behind the movie, The Help, you’d think all Black women saw themselves as nothing more than housemaids for lazy white bitches who couldn’t tell you the difference between a bottle of dish soap or Tide. Everything that the media depicts of Black women is negative. We’re even hated when we achieve–as most of us do, while working two jobs–mind you, and still getting the degree, the job, the promotion, and sometimes when we’re alone.
When a women as accomplished and intelligent as Michelle Obama, gets picked apart, for of all things, wanting to go abroad and take her girls along for the tour; “How dare she do such a thing.” The disparity of how Black women and white women have been depicted in the media; white women have been afforded the advantage simply based on her proximity to the white male who controls the media.
Basically, the difference in Black women and white women is simple: MARKETING.
You will probably never see a positive thing about white women on my blog. Not because I can’t say anything nice–I WON’T. Yes! I’m prejudiced, discriminatory, biased, and quite unapologetic, and uncompromising in my views. This is not racism. It’s constructive empowerment for those who have been victimized too often by global white supremacy, either subliminally or directly. It’s our spot to edify our own values, culture, beauty, uniqueness, creativity, intelligence, and point of view.
Black women are getting hatred shoved in their faces, even when we are no threat to anyone. We are constantly being criticized, even when we deserve to be praised.
I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m just telling the truth.
Because most of the time, we don’t have the luxury of having our version of the story being told.
White Privilege, like the American Express card, affords white women access to things that they don’t deserve.
But here on this blog, your credit has been denied.