To people who bash black women:
FUCK YOU
I definitely and truly and always will love black women!!! The truth coming from a real black man!!! #trueebonybeauty
To people who bash black women:
FUCK YOU
I definitely and truly and always will love black women!!! The truth coming from a real black man!!! #trueebonybeauty
intersectionality was coined in reference to the oppression of Black women – specifically from the context of how we are ignored in the liberation of women and in the liberation of Black people so yeah it has to do with “identity politics” so maybe don’t listen to people who aren’t Black women trying to explain our concepts thanks
There it is right there!!! #amouthfulsaid
An open letter: #TweetLikeABlackGirl
The #TweetLikeABlackGirl trending topic has stirred up a lot of emotions in me. To see an onslaught of nothing but negative and untrue stereotypes circle the internet as fun and jokes is saddening. Black women are constantly portrayed as ghetto, loud, angry, illiterate, baby mamas, on welfare, with weave as a life source and top priority. In truth, we are college educated, successful, ambitious, eloquent, strong, and beings of self expression and beauty. The internalized ideologies of the Black female (and male) are truly disheartening. These stereotypes stem from mainstream media and ideas that are promoted by Whites to keep us enslaved. It’s also, sad that many black girls and women will never even become aware of the chains that bind them. I have always been aware of my Blackness, but it wasn’t until my stint at UT that I truly became aware of the world around me and it has been a learning process since then.
Black women are the Mothers of civilization and birthed humanity, we are descendants of Queens, but have lost our identity to the point where we are treated as less than peasants. The Black figure is deemed inhumane. We have been diminished and reduced to a woman who “can’t get a black man or a white one for that matter” when in reality, our black men are currently in jail or dead and historically they were sold and separated from us during slavery anyway. And in truth, the white man has always been intrigued and fascinated by the Black woman, especially during slavery. Black fatherhood was dismantled and destroyed during slavery. The slave trade reduced Black men to merely sperm donors and reproductive entities. See any parallels today? Today, our men are stripped from our communities by George Zimmermans and the “Justice” system. They portray us as “independent” and disrespectful to our men, when there are Black women ready and willing to treat our KINGS as such.
Since we were brought to the Americas we have been pitted against each other and forced to compete. We fight each other daily about the shade of our skin ( dark versus light), but barely look to the root of the problem. These insecurities and hatreds stemmed directly from the plantation and the slave master. We were bought and sold as good and bad commodity, stolen from our homeland and stripped of our humanity. Robbed of our basic needs and human instincts, we are struggling to regain our true identity.
People will continue to argue: it’s just twitter, it’s not that serious, it’s all in fun. But, to me there is nothing funny nor insignificant about it. We have been trained to be conditioned to our conditions. Some Black people even go as far as to defend their master, and take up for the White people saying those things. Who taught you to hate yourself?? Why do we have to sit back, relax, and hush so as not to ruffle the feathers of the White man and be deemed just another angry Black woman. Why do we have to fear standing up to dispel these ridiculous stereotypes and be portrayed as who we truly are. Why can’t we be revolutionaries instead of sex symbols and video vixens?? None of the Black women in my family or that I associate with embody these stereotypes that are being presented. Why, with a trending topic that specifically addresses Black women, is there not ONE positive tweet. And why are we allowing it?! I have no more respect for the Black people who are joining in the Sambo show than I do their masters. The tweets are all unoriginal, recycled, and disrespectful. I’m truly surprised that only three other people on my Timeline chose to comment back to those tweets and show the Internet “world” that this is NOT OKAY. Hopefully, I can incite more people to speak out on this, it is bigger than “just Twitter” and we don’t have to be able to “take a joke”. Until then, peace, love, chicken, and watermelon… *pats weave* I’m out.
Genetra
You spoke the entire truth on that subject that continues to adversely engulf our community as a whole.
black women 100% deserve more credit
Yes indeed, all black women do deserve 100% more credit!!!
Lord .. Why did you make me black?
Why did you make someone
the world would hold back?
Black is the color of dirty clothes,
of grimy hands and feet…
Black is the color of darkness,
of tired beaten streets…
Why did you give me thick lips,
a broad nose and kinky hair?
Why did you create someone
who receives the hated stare?
Black is the color of the bruised eye
when someone gets hurt…
Black is the color of darkness,
black is the color of dirt.
Why is my bone structure so thick,
my hips and cheeks so high?
Why are my eyes brown,
and not the color of the sky?
Why do people think I’m useless?
How come I feel so used?
Why do people see my skin
and think I should be abused?
Lord, I just don’t understand…
What is it about my skin?
Why is it some people want to hate me
and not know the person within?
Black is what people are “Labeled"
when others want to keep them away…
Black is the color of shadows cast…
Black is the end of the day.
Lord you know my own people mistreat me,
and you know this just ain’t right…
They don’t like my hair, they don’t like my
skin, as they say I’m too dark or too light!
Lord, don’t you think
it’s time to make a change?
Why don’t you redo creation
and make everyone the same?
God’s Reply:
Why did I make you black? Why did I make you black?
I made you in the color of coal
from which beautiful diamonds are formed…
I made you in the color of oil,
the black gold which keeps people warm.
Your color is the same as the rich dark soil
that grows the food you need…
Your color is the same as the black stallion and
panther, Oh what majestic creatures indeed!
All colors of the heavenly rainbow
can be found throughout every nation…
When all these colors are blended,
you become my greatest creation!
Your hair is the texture of lamb’s wool,
such a beautiful creature is he…
I am the shepherd who watches them,
I will ALWAYS watch over thee!
You are the color of the midnight sky,
I put star glitter in your eyes…
There’s a beautiful smile hidden behind your pain…
That’s why your cheeks are so high!
You are the color of dark clouds
from the hurricanes I create in September…
I made your lips so full and thick,
so when you kiss…they will remember!
Your stature is strong,
your bone structure thick to withstand
the burden of time…
The reflection you see in the mirror,
that image that looks back, that is MINE!
So get off your knees,
look in the mirror and tell me what you see?
I didn’t make you in the image of darkness…
I made you in the image of ME!
Okay. The ending of this poem brilliantly sums up everything in the end!!!
It’s been twenty years since Spike Lee took us on the yard of Mission College and gave us a crash course in Black college life and the inner workings of Black fraternities and sororities. For many, “School Daze” was not only our first look at life at an HBCU, but also the first time we saw Black Greek Letter Organizations (BGLOs) portrayed on the big screen.
With its satire, impromptu dance numbers, and exaggerated portrayals (think: the “Good or Bad Hair” dance-off), “School Daze” simultaneously mocked and celebrated Black Greek Life. I can’t tell you how many people confessed that they swore off joining a Black fraternity or sorority based on the depictions in the film. On the other hand, “School Daze” has served as an unlikely and unofficial marketing tool for others who viewed (and continue to view) the film, and fell in love with the idea of joining an organization with strong cultural ties, an unparalleled network, and a legendary brother/sisterhood.
BGLOS are still very much-needed and will always be infinitely relevant!
Okay, so this guy, (black American) tweeted about how he dated a Kenyan girl and he never met her family & how it shows that Africans really hate Black Americans. It got tons of retweets and other black Americans saying things like “yeah they’d never marry us.”
In different African cultures, we have different dating customs. Most of us don’t bring home boyfriends and girlfriends. My sister has a boyfriend and my dad’s never met him. Don’t even think he knows about him cos he’s never brought him up. My mum knows about him and sometimes talks to my sister about him. But that’s about it. We don’t bring people home unless there’s talk of marriage.
Before you start commenting about how “weird” that is, most of us are trusted or expected to bring good people home. A good respectable man or woman, with a good job etc. It’s usually around the engagement period the family starts to bond with the man or woman. Obviously, your parents would prefer or even tell you to be with someone of not only your own culture but your own tribe so the bond is easier to make but at the end of the day it’s your life lol.
Not everything is out of spite of black Americans.
This is only a cultural theory.
It’s that time of the week again, and even though no one wants to reveal much because of San Diego Comic Con next week I still find enough action figure news to ramble on about! Let’s talk Storm Collectibles Mortal Kombat and Street Fighter, Hasbro Black Series Commander Gree and A-Force, a little NECA Robocop, […] http://dlvr.it/PVq6xV
I wish I could attend that.
Hey, hey, hey. What are you doing? Just scrolling through Tumblr? Consider popping into this Gizmodo article about sci-fi musicals, especially if you’re a Be More Chill fan.
Be More Chill tells the story of a teenager named Jeremy who swallows a pill called Squip, containing a supercomputer telling him how to be cool. It works, but it not only makes him lose sight of the people he loves, it also encourages him to feel shitty about who he really is. The musical works because teenagers have fallen in love with the story and its message, creating an intense fan community with art, cosplay, and tributes. They’re even encouraged to share their own Squips, or destructive internal monologues that make them feel less confident about themselves.
