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Saturday, October 17, 2009

Love's In Need Today!

Issues of race will continue to divide this country until we speak of our experiences openly. I think for most of my life I’ve talked myself out of entering into romantic entanglements with men from different races than my own. I believe this wayward thinking of mine started back in my childhood in Louisiana. When I served in the military I was asked out on many occasions by men from all shades of the racial rainbow. I accepted an invitation to the movies with a Caucasian male many years ago. He was one the sweetest men I’d ever met, but the glares we received were unbearable. I came away from the experience thinking that maybe it would just be easier if I stayed within my own race rather than complicate matters further. I believed “playing it safe” was the better solution for all involved. I was wrong!
I wonder now at how I possibly have contributed to the racial divide in this country because I chose to take the easiest safest route, that is to say opt of dating someone different just to afford me and the bigots a little tranquility. Recently I had the pleasure of meeting the most chaming man in a  really long time. He is attractive, educated, gets my brand of  sarcastic humor and most of all he loves the Lord.  He is NOT African-American! What would the rest of the world have to say I wonder given the current racial climate?  I believe now that choosing not to date someone because they are different helps to keep racial divisiveness alive.   I’m not at all sure of what meeting this person means for my life.  If he ever asked me out I'd be more inclined now to say "YES".  I wish to break the racial stronghold that has been imposed on me through fear right now. I give myself freedom to freely love whomever I want.

If our voices remain inaudible, the silence echoes louder than any bigot’s jeers and taunts ever could. I hereby decree that I am free to LOVE and you are too!

Death Of A Black Woman

While struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth, thestrong black woman passed away. Medical sources say she died of naturalcauses, but those who knew her know:
She died from being silent when she should have been screaming, smilingwhen she should have been raging, from being sick and not wanting anyone toknow because her pain might inconvenience them.
She died from an overdoseof other people clinging to her when she didn't even have energy forherself. She died from loving men who didn't' t love themselves and couldonly offer her a crippled reflection. She died from raising children alone.She died from the lies her grandmother told her mother and her mother told her about life, men & racism.. She died from being sexually abused as achild and having to take that truth everywhere she went every day of herlife, exchanging the humiliation for guilt and back again. She died from asphyxiation, coughing up blood from secrets she kept trying to burn away instead of allowing herself the kind of nervous breakdown she was entitled to, but only white girls could afford. She died from being responsible, because she was the last rung on the ladder and there was no one under her she could dump on. The strong black woman is dead. She died from being a mother at 15 and agrandmother at 30 and an ancestor at 45. She died from being dragged downand spat upon by un-evolved women posing as sisters and friends. She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful, just to have a man around the house. She died from sacrificing herself for everybody and everything when what she really wanted to do was be a singer, a dancer, or some magnificent other. She died from lies of omission because she didn't want to bring the black man down. She died from tributes from her counterparts who should have been matching her efforts instead of showering her with dead words and empty songs. She died from myths that would not allow her to show weakness without being chastised by the lazy and hazy. She died from hiding her real feelings until they became hard and bitter enough to invade her womb and breasts like angry tumors. She died from always lifting something from heavy boxes to refrigerators all by herself. The strong black woman is dead. She died from never being enough of what men wanted, or being too much for the men she wanted. She died from being too black and died again for not being black enough. She died from being misinformed about her mind, her body & the extent of her royal capabilities. She died from knees pressed too close together because respect was never part of the foreplay that was being shoved at her. She died from loneliness in birthing rooms and aloneness in abortion centers. She died in bathrooms with her veins busting open with self-hatred and neglect. And sometimes when she refused to die, when she just refused to give in she was killed by the lethal images of blond hair, blue eyes and flat butts. Sometimes, she was stomped to death by racism & sexism, executed by hi-tech ignorance while she carried the family in her belly, the community on herhead, and the race on her back! The strong black woman is dead! Or is she? No she isn't, not if she's reading this!!!!!!!!!!!Pass this on to all the strong black women (and men) so that they will love, respect, and admire you!

Author Unknown