Excuse me for a moment while I be myself… while I make this blog about me and those like me… I mean those with brown skin.. whether you call it black, chocolate, caramel or any other euphemism you can come up with, this is about US! Black women we are beautiful and we are strong. There’s no need to hide that strength because other people are threatened by it. Why hide the very thing that keeps you walking up right? So what others may think you feel you know it all, so what they feel like you know more than they do, so what if they can’t understand where you’re coming from. All that matters is that you understand.
All that matters is that you keep walking with your head up! There have been many times in our lives that the enemy has come to kill, steal, and destroy, but that strength you carry in your heart and your soul would not allow it to happen. That man or boy that came into your life and destroyed your trust. He took everything you gave and left you little in return. Or he may have left son or daughter with his eyes, a child for you to raise on your own and teach about life. It’s unfortunate, but as a woman you know what must me done. In your veins is the blood of black women from decades ago that took care of her children and those in the big house. You know the big house of which I speak. When Mrs. lady of the house was too worn out from sitting all day in the cool air, Ms. Sara had to cook dinner, feed the children, breastfeed a child that wasn’t hers, and make sure Mrs. lady had her food on the table. That’s the blood that’s running through your veins. So when you’re tired as we all get sometimes, remember Ms. Sara and the strength she had to tarry on.
And beauty, why must we have to live up to what society says is beautiful. Each and every one of us are unique. We have face structure, cheek bones, lips, eyes that are all different. So why can’t ours be beautiful? According to some people black women look to manly, we are too fat, and cannot stand up to the standards of beauty. I call bullshit!! And please don’t take that for anger, what it is, is wonder. Wonder at how people can miss it? Can’t see the forest for the trees type thing. Our skin can be the color of smooth chocolate, dark chocolate, caramel, sweet, sun-kissed they call it. I don’t know about you but sometimes I stare in awe at some of the black women I know who are gorgeous just by waking up in the morning.
If what you’ve read has made you angry, or feel left out then what I type is not for you. This is not a story to bring the feel goods to everyone who reads my blog. This is not up for debate. Black Woman you are beautiful and Strong. Never let someones insecurity make you doubt that from whence you came. I know that white and other races of people will read this blog. Or at least I hope they do, but what I want them to take from it is not the feeling of being left out, but one of understanding. Black women get criticized for just being black. Read this and understand that an internal strength is built in us, its not something we can just stop being. A presence of Ms. Sara will always be present in us, don’t try to hide it Beautiful Black Woman, wear it with a regal baring! Hold… Your… Head…. High!
03/12/2018 © TNB