From as early as I can remember my mom instilled in me a pride in who I was as black girl. She made it a practice of constantly telling me how beautiful, talented, and smart I was with an emphasis on being chocolate as a bonus. She created an environment absent of barriers or obstacles where complexion isn’t a determining factor of your potential. When I have a daughter I hope to give her that same gift of how special and amazing it is to be a little chocolate girl, and the potential that she possesses to evolve into an amazing Black Woman.The most important lesson will be the importance of her virginity and to learn to love herself. I will probably tell her the story of how I lost my virginity.
I don’t know that there is only one word but I will try: …colorful (one for every emotion)
- Poetically Intriguing
I would have to say either ‘The Greatest Love of All’ by Whitney Houston or ‘Cleva’ by Erykah Badu
- Cleverly Sweet
The media and laws surrounding women’s reproductive rights. I’m tired of seeing Black women portrayed as video vixens, ghetto housewives and asexual condescending Christians. There’s such a large and beautiful spectrum of women, and feel like we’re not being properly represented in the media. I also don’t approve of lawmakers and lobbyists that are trying to disable and disrupt women’s reproductive healthcare. The recent attack on Planned Parenthood’s government funding makes me very afraid of what’s in store for the near future.
Your eyes pour into me.
I don’t give you enough and barely what you deserve
Out of a desolate land you found the resources to grow
I admire you for this, and for this I acknowledge you
After seeking your image in her pressed lips, the point of her chin, the lank sweeps of hair behind her ear, the rigidity of her form
I only have a few words,
‘The elasticity of your coils stretch farther than you and I can remember
The fairness of your complexion, a repressed memory of your mother
the almond shape of your eyes can see so much clearer when they are dry
The fullness of your lips all the better to embrace a smile
your curves give directions that only he you allow entrance shall follow.
Your crown cannot be removed lest you bow
So only be beaten into submission, these are the scars that you should wear with pride
Your chin round with discernment held toward the throne of the most high
Standing on the shoulders of giants we make a pyramid that reminds us of home.
But in this land keep home in your heart and feel this when you see me’
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Journaled Elegance - I would have to say, “I Am A Success” and “Invictus”