One thing I overheard my father say one day was, "NO MAN WANTS AN IGNORANT WOMAN." I was eleven when I first heard those words and that day I made a list of books I would read and learn. First on my list was my library of Encyclopedia Britannica books, which I begged my mother to buy a year earlier, next was my King James Bible, and then my mothers library of child psychology books, astronomy books, and social science books (at the time my mother was in college studying child psychology, that in itself yielded me many interesting reads). I read every book on my list cover to cover. When I bored with one book I would switch to another, adding variety to my daily reading regimen. In my mind, I would never be one of those IGNORANT WOMEN; I overheard my Daddy speaking of... Sista
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Thursday, April 18, 2013
Frustrated: Black American Men in Brazil... Response by SistaSistaSister.
Human nature is human nature, no matter where on earth we live. Love will always be love, honor will always be honor, and respect will always be respect. Regardless of where we live in the world, happiness will always start and end within. A week ago someone tagged me in a post, and I had the opportunity to view this so called letter from a White woman, with a response from a so called Black man… I read it through, and refused to post it to my timeline or even comment on it. Again it was one of those women bashing post, particularly the Black woman. In the same week or perhaps the same day, the video “Frustrated: Black American Men in Brazil” was posted to a group thread, and I decided to watch. The first evening, I sort of haphazardly listened while eventually falling asleep. The next day I attempted to watch again, but did not complete it. Perhaps, it was the bashing of African American Women, or the mix message of the documentary. Either way, I did not see it through to the end. Last night, I watched it through and through.
Here’s my opinion: Black
Women, White Women, Brazilian, Asian, Jamaican, South American, Central
American, Canadian, or African (from the continent of Africa); Women simply
desire to love and be loved, by a loving, supportive, and protective man. If we
use LOVE as our template we would see we are all the same. Unfortunately, we live in a society of divide
and conquer. Man against woman, Woman
against man, Blacks against Whites, Whites against Blacks, and all the shades
of color in-between. As for the subject of Black men and women in America,
we have long since been brainwashed to believe White women or more compliant,
feminine and willing to cater to their man; while in contrast Black women are
loud, obnoxious and overbearing eager to control her man. In both scenarios’ I am sure if you looked,
you would find just that. Yet and still
I guarantee if you continue to look, you would find just the opposite.
All this nit-picking leaves both men and women unfulfilled and
unhappy, scurrying to people and places that may or may not be beneficial to
their search for love. The bottom line:
Finding a woman or man who best suits your personality and temperament takes time,
and we may kiss a few frogs & froggets along the way. However,
we must not allow those negative experiences to embitter us; but rather allow the
experience to prune us. Pruning helps us to prepare for the direction
we desire to grow toward, by removing unwanted pessimistic intentions, which may
have possibly drawn the last unsuccessful relationship into our existence.
Not to be redundant, however consequently, when we begin to
compare one woman to another or one man to another, we are setting ourselves up
for disappointment. All comparisons of
this nature are meant to divide and conquer, to humiliate and debase; these nonsensical
evaluations of ethnicities, are nothing more than mental anarchy. And, it is
this same confusing mentality that has been used throughout history, pitting the
light skinned Blacks against the dark skinned Blacks; a more exaggerated form
of this tactic was used in Rwanda (central Africa) pitting the Hutus against the
Tutsis; in both scenarios, the ideal of ethnic superiority created enemies; friend
against friend, neighbor against neighbor, and family member against family member. When will we ever comprehend, we all emanate
from the same source energy/creator. Have we not learned ridicule only begets ridicule? But love begets love!
Black Man, Black Woman, if it is your desire to love and be
loved; first one must start with oneself.
Let us stop with the intimidation tactics. I am reminded of a thought I
had, after spending a day working in a school designed specifically for
children with special needs. I watched
how each child had one on one instruction; with top of the line computer
software and gadgets to enhance their learning experience. My thoughts that day were, “Wow, if these
children can excel with one on one treatment, aided by advance learning tools,
how much more would this approach aid the children in regular, old, everyday, public
School.”
I make mention of this to say, If men and women put as much
energy in loving one another as they do attempting to discredit and debase one
another, then surely we could build meaningful and loving relationships…
What U think?
Can we all just get along?
Monday, February 25, 2013
Those who forget the past are destined to repeat it..
It's funny how we (people of color, BLACK) are always
told to forget those things which are behind and press forward. We are told
this by mass-media, on college campuses, and in our religious literature. Yet
when we go for jobs, home loans, or hospital/doctor visits, we are always asked
for our past history, work history, credit history, medical history, and
maternal & paternal history... yet when it comes to the history of our
people (people of color, AFRICAN's in America = BLACK's) and the learning of
our existence here on this continent... with all the ill fated degradation and
debauchery which was heaped upon us; we are told "NO PAST HISTORY
REQUIRED... We are told to forget; forget the countless souls brought here by
forced migration, in chains and bondage. Bound to a land where fathers now die
senselessly, not for his sins, but for the color of his skin... And forget the
black man and his inventions, forget the black man and his accomplishments with
peanuts, and forget the black man whose surgical technique is responsible for
saving hundreds of infants with congenital heart defects. Yes we are told to
forget the pass as it truly was/is... and forget the pain of ignorance our
foreparents endured to make this land what it is today... The wealth of this
nation was formed by their hands and built on their backs... and yet we are
told to forget and to submit to learning a History void of any record of us
(BLACK FOLKS) being nothing more than slaves... “Those who forget the past are
doomed to repeat it."
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Mr. Sussix I Wish U Well...
It is not easy walking away from someone who holds your heart in their hands. I offered my love unconditionally, unreserved, unrestricted and intentionally to you. I gave of myself, honestly and truthfully to you. My smile was the indication that all was right in the world between me and you. I told you of myself candidly and directly, exposing all my vulnerabilities. Nothing was withheld from you, my time, my efforts, my love, my joy, my pain, my sorrows, my finances; no not anything was withheld from you.
I thought you were my prayer answered by GOD and I wanted you. From the crown of your head to the soles of your feet, I wanted you. I was taken by you, swept off my feet by you, hoping to never land but if I had to, I desired to land in the arms of you. You were my new beginning, my fresh start, the person my soul had sought long and hard. Funny thing, I thought I heard you say, ‘You sought prayerfully for me too.’ Your words caressed my itching ears; your arms held me in loving embrace, your kiss was the nectar my lips had longed to taste. Was it all a mistake? Because I know in our quiet moments, I saw reflections of love in your face, each time we embraced. Mr. Sussix was it a mistake?
Ding, ding the alarm rings and the weekend brings tender kisses and well wishes of you and me being one. You take me to meet the family, hangout on your home street, dancing in clubs familiar to your feet. Back home we laugh and drink, making love under, over and between the sheets. Not minutes but hours our flesh is one as we rock and roll in synchronicity, our hearts matching each other’s beat. You drank from my fountains while caressing my mountains, then diving into my sea of concupiscence. Loves radiance covered me, and I believed.
I believed the lies you spewed to me, I desired to be all you needed me to be. Then one afternoon, it all went away, I saw the change, but I did not wish to believe it was true. No not so soon! I did not want to lose you, but you were slipping, slipping, slipping far from my embrace, in the shadow of 16 hour days. From 11:15pm to 3:45pm I was old news, used goods, and unfortunately your forgotten muse; a jump off they call it in slang. Regrettably, you confused your wants with your needs, and decided to degrade me, making mockery of me. “I’ve had better than you”, you said to me and completed it with, “I can get three more like you”!!!
Behind my back you talked under my clothes defaming my name as you claim to have loved me. The man who first built me up began tearing me down lie after lie, mal-intent after mal-intent, insult after insult, confusion after confusion. And when I finally struck back in anger and rage, fist clinched, voice raised, letting my words stab and gab at you, that was all the fuel you needed; so you accused me of being the problem, the setback, the dilemma, when all along it was you confused and unassured of you. I was always sure of me.
Tragically, we crashed in a burning heat of resentment and fury, and each day hence I have wept; mourning the absence of what we could have built. Now on this Sunday eve, I sit and pen these words to free my heart of this sorrowful burden. Mr. Sussix, I wish you well and pray someday you will come to realize the LOVER you seek dwells inside, and once you find that love you seek you will be able to love others unconditionally, as I have loved you.
LOVE U Mr. Sussix…. Always in always…. Kim
Friday, July 20, 2012
Never Again
I am having trouble
finding something to do with myself, now that this four month affair has
ended. On one hand I am hurt yet wanting him to return, even if it is
just to apologize for involving me in his mess. On the other hand
however, I am grateful I am free and there is no need for apologies, for I too
am guilty. I know it was not all him, it was also me. I allowed for
the deception and the lies. I catered to what I finally realized was an
untruth. Yes, I am as guilty as he. Now I must forgive
myself. Now I must forgive him. Now I must let the healing begin. Now I fully know and comprehend the lesson this experience has taught me. Lesson learned I will never
again be the other woman; this is a promise to me.
GONE GONE for GOOD!!!
The
thrill is gone, gone away for good. He's done me wrong and I had to let
him go on his way. Perhaps the universe will make him pay;
to GOD I release my pain. He truly brought out the worst in me, and that very
first time I should have walked away, but I didn't, I stayed. And all staying did was multiply the rage, so
things escalated and quiet little me became very very very angry. Striking out in pain, I landed a blow or two
across his face; needless to say it’s finally over. My character has been
tainted, and my perception changed, 4 short months felt like 4 long years, and now I
must take the next 4 months to reevaluate myself. No one will be
allowed to get under my skin again.
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