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THE STRONG BLACK WOMAN IS DEAD



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 & not wanting anyone 2 know because her pain might inconvenience them.



She died from an overdose of other people clinging 2 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 & having 2 take that truth everywhere she went every day of her life, exchanging the humiliation 4 guilt & 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 2, but only white girls could afford.



She died from being responsible, because she was the last rung on the ladder & there was no 1 under her she could dump on.



The strong black woman is dead.

She died from being a mother at 15 & a grandmother at 30 & an ancestor @ 45.



She died from being dragged down & sat upon by un-evolved women posing as sisters & friends.



She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful, just 2 have a man around the house.



She died from sacrificing herself 4 everybody & everything when what she really wanted 2 do was be a singer, a dancer, or some magnificent other.



She died fromlies of omission because she didn`t want 2 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 & empty songs.



She died from myths that would not allow her 2 show weakness without being chastised by the lazy & hazy.



She died from hiding her real feelings until they became hard & bitter enough 2 invade her womb & breasts like angry tumors.



She died from always lifting something from heavy boxes 2 refrigerators all by herself.



The strong black woman is dead. She died from never being enough of what men wanted, or being 2 much for the men she wanted.



She died from being 2 black & 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 2 close together because respect was never part of the foreplay that was being shoved @ her.



She died from loneliness in birthing rooms & aloneness in abortion centers.



She died in bathrooms with her veins busting open with self-hatred & neglect.



And sometimes when she refused 2 die, when she just refused 2 give in she was killed by the lethal images of blonde hair, blue eyes & flat butts, being rejected by the OJ`s, the Quincy`s, the Cuba`s & the Kobe`s.



Sometimes, she was stomped 2 death by racism & sexism, executed by hi-tech ignorance while she carried the family in her belly, the community on her head, & the race on her back!



The strong black woman is dead!

Or is she?



I know I`m not!



REST IN PEACE

JASON MIZELL ~

AKA - JAM MASTER JAY

1965-2002