A few days ago while surfing Twitter, one of the birds RT’d a tweet by a white girl named Emma Swan (alias–not real one). The tweet basically indicted Black women for being Black–and…adding: Black women were jealous of white women, etc., inferring this:
Of course, this child got slaughtered. This particular post came from some group on Facebook; The Shade Room. I looked for it but could not find it. I’ve since put my friend on the case…(still pending).
Most of you who visit my blog know that I’m more than candid about how I feel about white women in general. Given that this is a young white chick, obviously not schooled in her European HIStory nor ours.
Thus, I am forced to give the smack-down, via, this blog, inviting all to “share” this with all your friends and on social media.
Everywhere we look these days, there is some kind of attack on Black people. Now, clearly, what this chick said was out of line, racist, ignorant, and void of the current social state of White America who seemingly is obsessed with all things Black. They hate us but want so bad to be like us.
When I first read that tweet, I wasn’t really shocked. However, the perceptions of it were glaring. First and foremost, I want to address the arrogance of this child: No Black woman is jealous of white women. We know that we’re better. Saying that Black women are jealous of white women is the equivalent of saying that an eagle envies a chicken.
It is the fantasy of white women that Black women are jealous of them. You see it every time there is some kind of interaction socially or randomly. Their eyes scan us up and down, sending the subtle hints of jealousy as we glide by them, our natural royal presence completely intimidates them. For they are witnessing nature’s greatest creation in human kind. Our genes are the strongest and are the mitochondrial thread within every single human on this planet. Most Black women have this within them and it can’t be duplicated. For the first queens on earth were Black women. Africa is the birthplace of man and woman. It is our knowledge of beauty and femininity that changed the world. We own fashion. Our natural sense of style made the fashion industry. Just let a sister step into the room–she literally owns the air. Our regal-ness is of the divine. It’s just how we are. And surely, something who’s ancestors descended from the caves of Eurasia, dares not implicate that such women want to be THEM.
The thought of that is hilarious given what Black women see every single day regarding white females: they are snotty, whiny, insecure, conniving, nasty (lack of hygiene); really, these bitches don’t like to wash their hands after using the bathroom. They have no style, phone (as plastic as Saran Wrap) desperate for attention, generally predictable, are prone to head lice, participate in bestiality (having sex with animals);have psychological and mental disorders from A to Z (never met one that wasn’t prescribed something); and think dating or marrying Black men is proving they are superior to us. No. The white woman’s vagina has become the Battle of Waterloo for the white race. It’s the reality of how nature uses one species to destroy another and they ain’t gettin’ it. But we do. Thus, we laugh…as they are yet not aware of how science and biology are using Ninja moves; with the intent of annihilation being the final judgment for the evil of their forefathers.
These women literally carve themselves up, trying to make themselves appealing to their white male counterparts, who seemingly, is more interested, as noted by his own history, of enjoying the bodies of young boys or wanting to become female. A testament as to why the white race is currently at negative birth rate, all thanks to the white female, who has become the most infertile in the world. She is desired by the sick, demented, lonely, homicidal–a favorite of serial killers. Born to be insignia’s of tragedies throughout time.
This is a real female!
You get the picture…the nerve to presume such lunacy on us is beyond offensive; it demands a complete stance by all the sisters to check this genetic recessive, fragmented-thinking, reptilian brain, defect, and put her in her place.
I am that Black woman that white women love to stare at–and mysteriously, that smile appears, glaring at me, sometimes trying to insinuate superficial conversation, as to conceal her true intent: Reveal the mystery of the African Goddess.
If white women were happy being who they are there would be no need to go to tanning salons to darken up that pale, lifeless skin. There would be no need to get butt lifts, lip injections, boob jobs, and Botox, to appear voluptuous. Injecting dangerous substances in their bodies just to feel desirable? No white woman in 2015 dares insult Black women, claiming we envy you, when many keep having brown babies!!! Yes. These trick bitches even try to walk like us, talk Black-talk (imitating ghetto children) not realizing their bipolar racism and emptiness of culture, exposes their stupidity with such brilliance.
We are from tribes of various ethnicity of Africa. We are not characters from Disney and we were not made by Mattel. Our brilliance and creativity is emulated and imitated but YOU CAN’T BE US!!!
Yes. You are the poster children of the Golem generation. Real-life Brides of Frankenstein’s–scary monsters looking for someone to love them.
Does anyone wonder why Black men are addicted to the Black woman’s curves? Our body type is the prototype of what is WOMANhood.
So to this little, pale-skinned, T.H.O.T: a swan would never settle for being a duck. It’s beauty is what sets it apart, as the Black woman is set apart from the Neanderthal female.
In essence, No Black Queen would dare bow down to any cave bitch!
Is that clear, Emma Swan?
It’s just not natural.
The Queen has spoken!!!