Black Women

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The black woman.

Too many emotions ensemble my mind and my body.

I don’t even know where to start from.

The pain has risen up.

I will never understand how a skin colour has cursed so much pollution in things as we as women are so similar.

As women, whether you like it or not, we go through the same things. We have the same struggles and if not, we have similar obstacles we have to go through.

The only difference that actually departs us is our skin colour.

As I said, I will never understand.

Racism is a topic that triggers my mind, my soul and my spirit.

I despise it.

It raises an anger in me that I cannot control but I’m learning how to eliminate this anger day by day.

I’ve learned to accept that ignorance of small minded people will not have power over my mind or my emotions.
Ignorance = [lack of knowledge or information.]
 

I should be grateful because in places like America, the battle is still not over.

The pain is still there. The women haven’t healed.

Their sons being shot, the girls being victimised.

Slave trading? Sexual Assualt? Killing? Too much of a deep history.

I don’t even wanna start. I have forgiven, but how can we forget when we haven’t had an opportunity to heal? How can we forget when we haven’t even been apologized to even though an apology wouldn’t change a single thing when it comes to the hatred my people had to deal with in the past?

Our people try. They pray, because this is a battle they can’t fight alone.

Martin Luther King had a vision.

Little storytime:

I held presentations about him in secondary school back in Austria. Our teacher said we could choose whoever we wanna talk about and at first I wanted to talk about Beyonce; because damnn that woman was/is my childhood crush. One Day my dad was watching “The News” (common thing in the African household) And I saw them talking about the memorial of Martin Luther King.

I was baffled and so intrigued to find out more. So I did.

I researched every bloody information I had to.

Wikipedia was the way to go back then. lol

When I was speaking, my classmates listened because they wanted to understand everything I was trying to say and the story I wanted to deliver.

The fact that they were willing to listen and trying to understand "my people’s" history meant a lot to me. I mean, I got a A* on that presentation and I was gassseeeeddd.

I didn’t only get a good grade, but I also had the opportunity to teach them something about “my people”.

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The name shaming, the comparison and the incompetent knowledge of acceptance.
Too many young girls coming home crying because they’re being  called names, starting from their hair to their name to their skin  color.
 

Like, give us a break. I don’t understand. Why does it bother you so much that I am me and you are you?

I will never understand, it robs my breath, strangles my neck.

Anger.

“I don’t wanna be the angry black girl”

Hell nah.

It’s not even about being the angry black girl.

The labouring, the name calling, the comparison?

You shame us but then you want to do the exact same things like us without giving credit from where it comes from?
 

THE AUDACITY.

Forget it.

It’s culture, it’s history and it’s growth.

We have grown wings. And we will use them to fly.

I’m not angry but this is a matter of you, the person reading this, understanding where I am coming and me understanding where you are coming from.

All it takes is communication like Joyner Lucas presents in his music-videos.

Let’s talk about the thing you don’t know and the things I don’t know about your culture.

You will see that we are quite similar.

We share the same passion for things. We just look different.

Colourism = [prejudice or discrimination against individuals with a dark skin tone, typically among people of the same ethnic or racial group.]

How does that make any sense? They don’t accept us and we don’t accept each other? Intresting. How will we heal? How we will grow? How will we learn to love each other? When our "OWN people" discriminate us? Discriminate on the features we have been blessed with. It’s okay. We will love ourselves, we good. Our God loves us, we good.

Poem:
Wipe your tears child of God.
The glow on your skin contrast, the glow of a diamond in a dark room.
Black woman, you are beautiful.
Your hair so strong and thick, it could hold a whole nation together.
You were destined for greatness.
The Lord has blessed you with so many womanly features.
Embrace them.
Rather than them loving you for being you.
They desire, they envy and they disregard.
Truth; something many can't cope with.
But the truth is the truth
Your body is the temple of Christ
Respect and show it value.
You are powerful and that's why they are so afraid.
Your voice stands out when you speak, so when you speak, speak with confidence but use knowledge to define your words.
Because knowledge is power.
Shine your light. It is your time.
Black woman, you are beautiful. 
-Idele