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Break In Blackness: Story Told

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Every woman must decide whether she will walk in the light of creative or in the darkness of selfishness. She who passively accepts is as much involved in it as she who helps to perpetrate it.

The Black woman cannot be willed and molded into non-existence, into the temptation of bitterness.

This world where women, girls are constantly reminded that they don’t belong; that their spirit are not their own, nor her mind, her domain.” “No, not the most beautiful person in the world. Some people think . Some people think I’m just alright. I never knock people for their choices but I don’t ever argue on who I am, nor what I look like.

“My complexion an obstacle to overcome , it wasn’t. I had begun to enjoy the seduction of inadequacy.  Couldn’t help but bloom. I inadvertently saw a reflection of myself that I could not deny.  I am seen, appreciated by the gatekeepers of beauty, but the preference for light skin prevailed. To the beholders I was still unbeautiful.

“I realized that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume, it was something that I just had to be.

Ain't I a woman? I have ploughed and planted, Ain't I a woman? I work as much as a man - boure the lash! Ain't I a woman?  Ain't I a woman?  The first woman turned the world upside down, I turned it back.

I a queen, you took my crown; a wife, you shackled my feet; a mother, you sold my children. My blood remains:  make me suffer any longer.

The uptightness of this society -- feeling ashamed of 'Black,' 'fat,' 'ugly.', neglected weed, ignorant , having no experience, I was not content: there was one of two things I had a right to, liberty or death; can I not have both . I crossed the line, I was free; no one to welcome me.

I have wrought in the day -- Have you got any soul?" I ask. That depends, some days yes, some days no. Wouldn't be interested in my internal control I keep the soul I have, right by the exit, just next to the blues.”

Beautiful, powerful, resilient female with skin kissed by the sun. Black Women, Defined Beauty, Black Woman Queens, Black Women Truths, beautiful black women, dark skin, caramel, light, women of color, black beauty.

                               Woman Defined

Here I stand - brown Color of the Earth Wrapped within my wings, by the distance of my mind Here I stand , the color of the night Frozen by me. The Black skin is not shame. Birthin my’ blues

Don’t Destroy a woman's belief in her own powers, you destroy her usefulness -- render her worthless, hopeless. A limitation for achievement; the product of the minds of other peoples; believe the mental bounty of another race, --

And this story shall be The Break In Blackness.

 

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RonnieL says:

Beautiful. ..Amazing...Wonderful Thank you Nothing more sad when black women or devalued.

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2b2b2 says:

TIGHT WORK....Bravo....Namaste

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