Monday, September 22, 2014

What is so wrong about being a Black Woman

     Hey, y'all. I usually hate writing when I'm angry, but I've been trying to cool down on this all day and it's just not working for me. Lately, it seems like everywhere I look, Black Women are being attacked for various reasons. We're too proud, we're too loud, we're too big, we're too... whatever the fuck the complaint is about us. I'm over it. I'm over being told that if I want my voice to be heard, that I'm too assertive and I need to calm down. Calm down. How can I? At every turn, I'm forced to feel inferior. I just have one question: What the fuck did I do? Like, was there some random black woman in history that managed to piss off every fucking body? At the same damn time?!? I don't get it. Let's break this down throughout history.

     Slavery. Yeah, I went there. During slavery, we served several purposes. We were used in the fields, the kitchen, the nursery, and the bedroom. Field and kitchen usage is obvious. Nursery and bedroom not so much. Did you know that if I gave birth, I was not allowed to feed my own child with the breast milk my body produced strictly for that purpose? I had to feed little white children before my own. Before my own. Those little lily white babies were way more important than my own. Needless to say, I would have been the worst slave in history. 

                The strange thing is, White feminists don’t see it for us, either. Think I’m wrong? Remember when nudes of several mainstream white actresses were released? Twitter feminists were up in arms about the way these poor white were victims, and that the women shouldn't have been “slut shamed” by society. Two days later, Jill Scott had racy photo’s released. Twitter was silent. Other than the obvious body shaming that plus sized women receive daily by people who are clearly not comfortable with themselves. Aside, the Civil Rights Movement did FAR more for white women than it did for anyone else. But don't take my word for it... 

      I’m not pointing fingers at anyone in particular. I’m pointing fingers at everyone. Black men, white men, and white women. Recently, I was sent an article about a group of white men that did a talk show called “A Black Woman Took My Job”. Sir, who in the hell said that job belonged to you in the first place? How do you know that I am not just as qualified, if not more than you to do an efficient job?  How dare you be so entitled to think your manhood supersedes my intelligence. OR do you feel as if your whiteness is superior to me?  Who died and left you to be the king of every damn thing?

  Then,  Ray Rice was kicked off the Baltimore Ravens because of a domestic violence incident that occurred earlier this year against his then girlfriend, now wife. The original video that came out showed him dragging her from the elevator like a rag doll. Clearly unconscious. The video that was released today showed exactly how she ended up on the ground... unconscious. This grown man that hits other grown men for a living in the National Football League, with a closed fist, punched this woman in the face. Twice. Before today's revelation, the general public was led to believe that the girlfriend had a hand in the altercation. Before we go any further, I am not a fan of violence. Of any kind. Kam will tell you that I was probably the worst disciplinarian on the planet. I took a lot of "L's" raising her. One thing I was always taught is you don't hit anyone out of anger. You can't take it back. Now, had she been named Jane, and not Janay, Mr. Rice would have been thrown out of the league on his ear, arrested, tried, convicted, and executed all before the summer season of ratchet reality shows premiered. Y'all know I'm telling the truth. Or even been a dog. Don't believe me? Ask Michael Vick. 

This blog has been all over the place with the atrocities that happen to Black Women on a daily basis. I haven't even touched on how we're oversexualized in society and have been for at least the past 100 years... so lets. I wish I could tell you what the issue is. I mean, my body is seen as an exotic, sexual object. My assertion is seen as insolence or an attitude.  Just about anything I say or do is taken out of context and I’m told to “Calm down”. It’s exhausting to be me. Physically, my body doesn’t handle the stressors of the world like any other. My babies have a higher mortality rate than any other race in the world? Why is that?

We need to get it together. I'm not saying break off and be our own country, although, that may not be a bad idea. Black folks only, no niggas! Yeah, I said it! LOL! I love my people, but as a people we have to do better. We can't expect anyone to take care of us but us. My people get on my nerves but they're my people. I can do nothing but hope we come together and do better one day. Black men: Protect us like we protect you. 

I have a bottle of wine to tend to. Y'all be easy. 


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