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Greetings to my blackplanet Family. The Strong Black woman that has been typed on my page is an inspiration and encouragement to me, I dont know who wrote it, I just put it on my page for those who do visit here, that it might be an inspiration or an encouragement to you, especially to my sistas. I wish I did know who wrote these words, I would tell them thank you so much. Sometimes words can be the healing potion to a torn, broken, beaten soul. The poem, I wrote. It does not matter to me if you dont like it, as long as I do.
THE STRONG 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 KNOW 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 MOTHER TOLD HER ABOUT LIFE, MEN, & RACISM. SHE DIED FROM BEING SEXUALLY ABUSED AS A CHILD AND HAVING TO TAKE THAT TRUTH EVERYWHERE SHE WENT EVERYDAY OF HER LIFE, EXCHANGING THE HUMILIATION OF GUILT AND BACK AGAIN. SHE DIED FROM ASPHYXIATION, FROM SECRETS SHE KEPT TRYING TO BURN AWAY INSTEAD OF ALLOWING HERSELF THE KIND OF NERVOUS BREAKDOWN SHE WAS INTITLED 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 DRAGGED DOWN AND SAT 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 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 NEVER BEING ENOUGH OF WHAT MEN WANTED, OR BEING TO MUCH FOR THE MEN SHE WANTED. SHE DIED FROM BEING TO 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 TO CLOSE TOGETHER BECAUSE RESPECT WAS NEVER PART OF THE FOREPLAY THAT WAS BEING SHOVED AT HER. 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 & 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 AM NOT!!!!! TO MY SISTA'S: FIND YOUR PLACE IN THIS WORLD. RESPECT YOURSELF, LOVE YOURSELF, BE GOOD TO YOURSELF. MOST OF ALL KNOW WHEN YOU THINK NO ONE ELSE LOVES YOU, THINK AGAIN, BECAUSE HIS LOVE NEVER CHANGES. GOD'S LOVE IS THE SAME AS IT WAS YESTERDAY, ITS THE SAME TODAY, AND IT WILL BE THE SAME TOMORROW. LADY "VEE" I was born with my path set for me. A path that would take me down the road of humbleness. Giving to others, doing for others, longing for the day when I can get what I was giving. Being a young girl I protected my sisters, now being a woman who will protect me. Bronze skin, brown eyes, full lips, mother's nose with this description, ugly, is what i was told. But my God held me and told me, I was as beautiful as his rose. Sweeter than honey, soft as cotton, a full figured sexy woman from top to bottom. Strong willed sista, waiting for the day, I meet my mista. Meanwhile, I will keep striving to be the woman God has called me to be, continuing to trust in him, that he will give me my hearts desire: love, joy, happiness, and a man that sets my soul on fire. Until that day comes, that day I long for, I will continue to keep loving myself more and more  You are Beauty. You are beautiful, whether it be on the inside, the outside, or both. People are drawn to you as strongly as you are drawn to the beauty in the world around you. What Emotion Are You? brought to you by Quizilla  You are Ephesians. Which book of the Bible are you? brought to you by Quizilla DO ME A FAVOR AND SIGN IN WHERE YOU THINK YOU MIGHT FIT IN |
