My Blackness….

From the waking sun to the setting of the moon.  I am cognizant of my existence on this plain.  My ancestors are alive in me and whisper in my ear.  “Do not ever forget.” I can’t.  Every time I look in my mirror.  I’m well aware of my blackness.  It’s not just a skin color; it’s the essence of knowing where time began.  It’s acknowledging that thought, language and innovation began with those who were born from the darkness. Sculpted by God.  The stars know our name.  Galaxy children.  Born to fly with the angels.  We are divinity in the flesh.

Oh….Waho-waho-way-ohhhh…

A song echoes through my soul.  Music is life.  It gives me joy.  And never ending hope.

I lost a really good friend last week.  I was sad.  He knew me from way back when.  Memories of grade school go through my mind.  Not many of us are blessed to have friends who knew us before we “became” who we think we are.  They knew us before we started living to other folk’s expectations.

That’s why I stayed away from the “special folk.”  You gotta sell your soul just to get through the door.  There’s nothing on this earth that could afford to me.  God’s price of my existence can’t be measured by man’s feeble definition of worth.  I am a King’s child.

When you vibe from the universe and your mind takes you beyond the Milky Way.  What else is there than can surpass the heavens? I think of the speciality that is within me.  Really, how do you define uniqueness wrapped in the extraordinary? I’m not from here.

And Erykah Badu sings about an orange moon, I’m wondering if it’s really blue.

What is Blackness?  What really is it?  It’s not just a skin color.  No.  It’s space.  It’s beyond the galaxy.  It’s deepness.  It’s mystery.  It’s undefinable.  The sun is the only thing that is close to its power.

Whatever it IS. I am it.

 

 

 

Angry Black Woman? Try Strong Black Females With No Apology!

Link: http://afrikaneye.wordpress.com/2007/03/08/african-women-in-african-civilization/

“Africans were the first to inhabit the earth. Fossil records as well as DNA analysis give scientific evidence to support this fact. Therefore, the first woman to give birth was a Black African woman. It is from us that all humans have come. The other races of humankind all evolved from Black Africans.” 

In the land of our forefathers, Black women were queens.  We were women that were esteemed and in African culture; we were revered, respected, and sometimes feared.  We were never relegated to subservience, but recognized for our intelligence, wisdom, and beauty, from the very beginning.

However, Black women today are labeled as ANGRY.  And this has made many sistahs take pause of late; becoming intimidated by perception rather than the intent of this stereotype presumed upon us by those who don’t like Black people.

First and foremost, yes!  I will cuss you into hell if you get on my bad side.  I’m human.  I love.  I hate.  I sing.  I dance.  I shout.  I is…what I is…and I don’t make any excuses for who I am to make others comfortable.

The angry Black women label is nothing more than a racist attempt to neutralize the Black voice–and Black women are known to be the most creative when we speak.  But think of the power of that.  We are not wallflowers.  We don’t just sit by when we see something wrong.  We get our behinds in gear, call up the girls, get the word out in the neighborhood, churches, and other social functions, and spread the word: that IT’S TIME to get busy about some thangs.

People are such cowards today.  It’s a sign of weakness to be concerned what others think about you.

Black women are bold.

And if I can get deeper:  Lions come from anger.  When has anyone ever seen a lioness cower from anything–they do the killing, baby.

Such as it is, being a Black woman comes with automatic responsibility.  Our fore-mothers have been the victims of both sexism and racism, in addition to other forms of abuse. Everything from our hair to the defense of our femininity and beauty.  Our men haven’t always been able to protect us; so…sometimes we have to overcompensate.  And thank God for that.  It is by that strength within us that we have been able to keep our families and communities together–although some fragmented; Black women have not abandoned those they love.

We’re not taking trips around the world to “find ourselves” like our paler counterparts. If we have a need to do this all we do is look in the mirror.

Facing yourself takes courage and I don’t think any Black woman on this earth has to apologize for any damn thing.  We didn’t ruin the economy.  Black women aren’t serial killers.  We aren’t the ones molesting young teenagers in the classroom of our society.  Black women aren’t terrorists trying to destroy the nation internally.  There has never been any Black woman arrested for treason–as far as I know.  Black women aren’t murdering their husbands and children.  We’re maintaining through everything that has been thrown at us.

But do intelligent, rational minded people have to be told this?

We’re strong women–period.  As a matter of fact; we’re the only group of women on this earth who are recognized for being strong–as well as being the only group that routinely out-perform our men.  Yes.  We are strong women!  Get used to it.

And this is one Black woman that will never apologize for being so.