Hey Sister
“Hello Nubian soul in the pencil skirt, waking up at six A.M. every single morning just to avoid traffic so you can pass by your favorite coffee shop, right before you get to your 9-5 on time. Hello melanin queen who struggles academically but because you were raised by strong-willed mother, you push on every single day in order to keep her happy. Hello to you with the brown cappuccino tone, who holds her head up high because she was given all that she needed, brought up by both parents, parties every weekend but maintains her good grades. Hello to the nimble skinned sister who is desired by every guy she comes across because on summer days she exposes her caramel coated thighs in shorts that run right under her bum. Hello to the cocoa skinned mami, who has an afro that signifies her pride in blackness, whose bottom to breast ratio is inversely proportionate.
Hello to women of all shade of brown, who are denoted by beauty alone, because brothers don’t have respect for themselves so they go ahead and play with your heart. Hello to the same women whom we run to when we want something to glorify, idolizing how thick your thighs are, how your waist is slim but hips juxtapose them. It seems like we measure of much of a black woman she is by the thickness of her thighs, how round her bum is, how her body concaves right between her rib cage and waist. We forget to put a level of deity on the vast beauty of your love and how faithful you are to yourself.
I know a lot of women of color who have come under immense fire for their ignorance, attitude and blatant honesty. How when they refuse to let “rules” govern them. They are told to respect other’s race, opinion and even “history”. It comes as a great deal of admiration that recently the Nubian Sister is learning to love herself loudly, confessing it to the world and not really being concerned as to what anyone else says. It’s not an attempt to over shadow any other ethnicity but rather a way of promoting how vast and immaculate God created them. It’s no secret that women are strong, emotionally, mentally and as a matter of fact holistically, but certain “laws” are indoctrinated in society that they should be second priority. Like; some households are not headed by teenage girls, whose parents passed on. Like; women don’t have to deal with the volcanic emotions and pain that come with carrying and giving birth to a baby. The list of things women can one up us guys on is extensive. Then you get the black woman; who has to overcome more than most. There’s the issue of them having to first battle each other –which is not progressive at all- for who is the more suitable for certain things. Then they have to outwit black men, because it’s not in our culture to uplift our own women, we want to trap them in a job that pays less than us so we can grow in confidence.
Hey sister, I pray you never meet a guy like me. I’ve been confused with my emotions ever since I started feeling attracted to women; I made foolish decisions and consoled myself with “it comes with life”. Sometimes we’ll come across as kind-hearted only to go and desert you when you find your nerve and oppose our will. I hope you find your worth before someone makes you feel like you don’t have one. I’m not saying that you won’t be hurt because that’s just the routine to grow at times. I pray I contribute to your maturity and show your worth in time.
They say it’s hard to love a black woman, which I find ridiculous considering that we want to love with conditions attached. It feels like we chain each other in the name of “relationships”, limiting each other because “I finally found a good one; I need to find my steps”. We love them with caution, while they love freely and willingly. You see where we trip at times? This is why black women lose hope in us after two or three tries, then we see them with someone of a different ethnicity and we have the audacity to bash them on unappreciation of their “kind”. When we pushed them away? How dare we? Hey sister, yes you with the thick hair. You are gold; you have the ability to see your worth without anyone having to do it for you.
We’ve boxed ourselves to think that a black woman’s value is also defined by what she has on her hair, be it braids, weaves, what color they dye their hair, how short they cut it or how long they let it grow. How does that even concern me as a guy? I get that appearance is cool, but I doubt how a woman decides to fiddle with her hair is even close to my being in my bracket of comment. However you get dudes who find it their duty to say : “you don’t take pride in your blackness, out here trying to imitate white women by putting that weave on” . It also extends into us having an opinion on her body and we pass it on so sly : “you need to get that summer body ma”. It’s our duty right? Right? No! We can’t even support them in how they decide to look. So it extends to life choices they make and in the long term – career choices. It’s not always the women we’re in relationships with, but our sisters and friends too.
Regardless of the fact.
Hey sister.
In whatever body design you were composed in, whatever ratio of brown you harness, hello. I pray you keep loving whole heartedly, I pray you continue to smile and laugh freely because us guys are intoxicated into thinking that showing you emotions is “soft”. We want to show you affection in private but we shun you in public -yes we hold your hand, but we can’t even declare ourselves to you-. In a way you carry emotions for both sexes, and you have the occupation of having to make us rediscover our love and commitment to everything. So thank you for soldiering through life and the lives you shine your love to.
I retreat.
Hey Queen”
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