This is an actual advertisement for a party taking place in the South…what in the world were they thinking? Better still I want to know who actually attended an event that promoted and perpetuated this craziness….
The other day I struck up a wonderful conversation with a beautiful spirited sister while shopping. The conversation lasted awhile as we exchanged the highs and lows of being plus sized in a skinny girl world….& then she hit me with THE QUESTION.
“So what are you anyway?”
Needless to say I was caught off guard. I didn’t expect for women…black American women to be having this type of discussion in 2011. I began telling her little morsels of my family’s history, hoping that she would piece together my composition as well as we had done for years. I needn’t tell you that the light hearted conversation turned strangely tense and pressured after that…. DAMN I thought after all of this time we as a people and as a sorority (WOMEN) had gotten past something that can’t even be controlled without partaking in skin bleaching or other unnatural process.
A historical speech delivered by a plantation owner by the name of Willie Lynch speaks of the psychological plan to keep people of color indentured and subserviant for upwards of 300 years however the effects have lasted and will continue to thrive for many years more, sadly.
It is so absurd that with all of the struggles that black people face, the internal divisiveness that continues to this day is the number one point of contention that keeps us limited in our collective aspirations.
I nor any other person of any other shade have to answer for anything to anyone for any reason…as it relates to matters of skin tonality. That does not determine the content of a person’s soul nor the depth of their character. We are looking and judging the wrong things. Perceptions are based on notions that are predetermined.
I had to write the poem below once I got home because I was still vexed by the woman’s indignant comments that seemed to be coming at me like darts. “So are you English”, “You know most black men like em like you with long hair and high yella (my pet peeve) skin tones”, “Where did you say you were from again?
Light Skin DiD
Cocoa bloodlines expect certain behaviors from lighter lines.
True or false that is the cost.
They stare and hate that baby girls’ hair is straight
Cocoa brothers chase but soon lose face when confronted by bloodlines that resent.
That baby boy is bringing home a “DARKER WHITE GIRL”.
I know good and damn well my own people don’t expect me to keep apologizing for that nasty white man’s sin against my then mahogany blood?
Am I supposed to curse the feather and spirit that I was born under?
The splashes of A-MAIZE-N don’t /won’t bow to your tired, self defeated ass so you can have some semblance of temporary internal “peace”.
As a matter of fact you curse your OWN existence by hating mine.
The roots that make this tree have multi hues including yours and mine.
Is it appropriate to project your resentment whether learned or intrinsic-on the product of multi annual multi racial tree limbs rooted but still chastised themselves by one group another for not being or believing what the masses believe?
You would be better served getting over your own bullshit and leaving me and mine to navigate this life without pitiful attempts at subterfuge from incessantly self condemned inferiors.