Dealt an impossible hand of gender and race intersectionality, black women, both traditionally and currently walk an unpaved path on bare feet. All the while, she emerges as the epitome of the rose that grew from concrete. Words fall short in defining my pride of being born both black and female
So while I do not rejoice in the circumstances of which I am predisposed too, I enjoy being a bearer of an incomparable legacy.
Here are some reasons why:
Our ability to make something out of nothing
Stolen from our native land, we have built ourselves up from the nothing cast upon us by western conquerers. While we all may not be born into monetary wealth, as kings and queens of the motherland we are born into the royalty of our history.
Our Timeless Beauty
We age like fine wine, Call it karma’s form of reparations…
The Face, The Body and The Hair
From our strong nose and our full lips and to our strong thighs, our beauty is as rich as the past that beholds us in its memory…
I also appreciate that as black women we come in a variety of skin tones, body types, hair textures and facial features. We are truly “every woman” just like Chaka Khan said.
The combination of these features enable black women to encompass and master the duality of beauty and sensuality- a hauntingly fascinating feat.
Maybe it is the confidence, may it is the walk. Nevertheless, no one works an outfit or a room quite like a black woman.
The Versatility of our Talent
Madam CJ Walker to Lisa Price
Dorothy Dandridge to Kerry Washington
Dorothy West to Toni Morrison
Audre Lorde to bell hooks
Beyonce to First Lady Michelle Obama
Black women have demonstrated the ability to be beautiful, talented, intelligent, and classy leaders of our society.
From being millionaires to being great mothers. From being nationally acclaimed scholars to entertaining in arenas around the globe, we as black epitomize what it means to be multifaceted. We have never and will never be just one thing.
So as we celebrate Women’s History Month, I would like to take this moment to toast black femininity as our struggles represent the true dynamics of “woman,” a term that initially excluded us as females of African descent.
What do you love most about black women?
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“We age like fine wine, Call it karma’s form of reparations…” Brilliant! Well said