Post by Tanee78 on Mar 27, 2004 11:29:33 GMT -5
I got this from an email, and I don't know who wrote it.
The one thing this person forgot to mention is about the negative images of Black women on tv (mostly videos).....but read on....it's very interesting!
The Death of the Black Woman
While struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth, the strong black woman passed away.
Medical sources say she died of natural causes, but
those who knew her knows she died from being silent when she should have been screaming,
Smiling when she should have been raging, from being
sick and not wanting anyone to know because her pain
might inconvenience them.
She died from an overdose of other people clinging to
her when she didn't even have energy for herself.
She died from loving men who didn't love themselves
and could only offer her a crippled reflection.
She died from raising children alone.
She died from the lies her grandmother told her mother and her grandmother told her about life, men & racism.
She died from being sexually abused as a child and having to take the truth everywhere she went every day of her life, 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 a grandmother at 30 and an ancestor at 45.
She died from being dragged down and sat upon by
un-evolved women posing as sisters and friends.
She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful, just to having 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 blonde hair, blue eyes and flat butts, being rejected by the OJ.'s, the Quincy's, the Cuba's and the Kobe's.
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 her head, and the race on her back!
The Strong Black Woman is Dead!
Or is she?
I know I'm not!
The one thing this person forgot to mention is about the negative images of Black women on tv (mostly videos).....but read on....it's very interesting!
The Death of the Black Woman
While struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth, the strong black woman passed away.
Medical sources say she died of natural causes, but
those who knew her knows she died from being silent when she should have been screaming,
Smiling when she should have been raging, from being
sick and not wanting anyone to know because her pain
might inconvenience them.
She died from an overdose of other people clinging to
her when she didn't even have energy for herself.
She died from loving men who didn't love themselves
and could only offer her a crippled reflection.
She died from raising children alone.
She died from the lies her grandmother told her mother and her grandmother told her about life, men & racism.
She died from being sexually abused as a child and having to take the truth everywhere she went every day of her life, 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 a grandmother at 30 and an ancestor at 45.
She died from being dragged down and sat upon by
un-evolved women posing as sisters and friends.
She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful, just to having 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 blonde hair, blue eyes and flat butts, being rejected by the OJ.'s, the Quincy's, the Cuba's and the Kobe's.
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 her head, and the race on her back!
The Strong Black Woman is Dead!
Or is she?
I know I'm not!
This is soooooooo true...but I'm glad that I'm not dead yet either! IMO, these things are what make Black women even stronger than we already are! 