In what world do you think it’s ok to tell a black woman to get over herself?
Even if your tired of hearing about our black girl magic and the diamonds we possess within our minds and the life we give between our thighs.
Please tell me in what world do you think it’s ok to tell me to get over myself?
I am the mother of nations daughter of Eve, Sarah and Cleopatra. I AM The black woman; The African-American Woman. Thee most undervalued commodity ever to exist on the planet.
So again I ask you what in the hell gives you the right to even fix your mouth to tell me to get over myself?
Just because I’ve decided to love myself doesn’t mean I love you any less. But after centuries of your degradation and appropriation. I finally know and am aware of my worth and beauty. Therefore, I plan to walk in it so that it oozes from every pour, drips from every word and hair flip that I choose to give you.
I AM the First Woman. I will not apologize for your discomfort but you should apologize for your arrogance and all that you have pillaged.
We no longer need your validation. We will celebrate ourselves. You are more than welcome to “get in formation.”
Cause bitch I’m MAGIC!
“Right now can you make an unconditional relationship with yourself? Just at the height that you are? The weight that you are, with the intelligence that you have, and your current burden of pain? Can you enter into an unconditional relationship with that?” – Pema Chodron
“If you want to be a woman in power, then empower other women.”
“I am committed to bringing human back, by being messy. I mean, come on! My boobs do not belong up here! They’re down here! When I wear the bra that makes it go up there it makes dents in my shoulders! This is where God put them! I think it’s OK!”
This morning I took my sons to the polls with me. It was a bit nostalgic because I distinctly remember my mother bringing me to the polls with her when I was younger and instilling in me the importance of voting. Those values are still important to me to this day.
So at 8am with my bambinos in tow, screaming and telling me “No” we cast our vote! I remember being much more well behaved than Thing 1 and Thing 2. Despite my chagrin and frequent hot flashes, we pushed forward and hey mission accomplished! ?