Showing posts with label HOE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label HOE. Show all posts

Thursday, January 20, 2011

My Skin is Brown...

(Wednesday, January 12, 2011)


  "Four Women" Nina Simone Tribute. Kelly Price, Marsha Ambrosius, Jill Scott, Ledisi.

I know Black Girls Rock aired months ago, but I had to post this performance for the purposes of this entry.  Every time I watch this tribute, I literally get chills.  The black female is by far one of God's most special creations and probably the most complicated.  I normally have something to tell you as to what inspired my blog entry, but today, it was merely looking into the mirror.  While taking my hair down this morning, dazed, staring into my vanity, I thought to myself "wow, I am truly a beautiful woman."  In no way am I trying to be conceited or cocky, but sometimes you need to really look into a mirror and make that realization... especially us black women.  We deal with and have dealt with so much in society, yet are ridiculed and made fun of so often... by sadly... one another and our black male counterparts.  Twitter jumps when topics like "hood hoes" are trending.  Music videos are full of boricuas and red bones.  Society places the "home wrecker" label quickly onto budding black women in entertainment. Ridiculous.

In a discussion I had with a few women my age a while back, the consensus was that black women are the hardest on one another.  We bicker, we fight, we hate.  To an extent I agree.  As females, we definitely need to do better with our respect for one another.  But personally, I feel that black men are the hardest on black women.  Here it is 2011, and I still hear black men making comments implying that dark skin women aren't beautiful.  So I guess the rest of her has nothing to do with it??? Just her skin color??? Really though???  A man will date a woman, but through the process tell her how he wants her to wear her hair, how he wants her to dress, what food he wants her to eat, what amount of make-up she should wear.  He'll belittle what she finds entertaining, constantly benefit from her kindness yet quickly call her a nag or bitch when she finally stands up for herself.  Sometimes when I see all of this happening, I just want to yell STOP!

My black men, women in general are already insecure in so many facets.  The most confident, most beautiful woman has insecurities.  Black women compete because the black man puts them against one another with out even realizing he's doing so.  A man will constantly make comments to his woman about how attractive a celebrity is, and never think that maybe it's getting to her head.  Sad to say, females react.  It's in our genetic make-up.  God gave us all of these emotions, so we could be excellent mothers and nurturers... so we could be loving with our children, supportive to our husbands, and empathetic to society.


Black women are indeed strong, but we endure a lot that I don't think anyone but a black woman can comprehend completely.  I am a young, black, female Head Coach in a man's world.  If only you knew some of things that I have had to go through in order to gain respect.  We are two times the minority.  Our sexuality always has to be guarded when things like rape and "hoe" labels exist.  Our womanhood has to be easily recognizable to be wanted, yet our backbone has to be present to be respected.  Then as black women, we are expected to be stronger than the average woman.  I know that black women aren't innocent in the making judgments department, but I don't think black men understand the magnitude of impact that they possess.  When you give a woman assurance that everything is okay, then she will be okay because you are her king.  I would hope that a race which has faced so much prejudice and ridicule as a whole, would see how much they need one another.  We are each others biggest and worst critics when we need to be each others biggest and best supporters.  My brown people, learn to love beautiful for what it is and not for what you think it should be.  Learn to encourage.  Black men, my kings, you have my support... but all I, your queen, ask for is yours.

"As far as I knew white women were never lonely, except in books. White men adored them, Black men desired them and Black women worked for them." ~Maya Angelou

She Has a Pretty Nice Flow

(Tuesday, January 11, 2011)


I had a "snow" day today... which led to a day of nostalgia.  I decided to go through a few old journals and books of poetry of mine.  In case you didn't know, I love poetry... writing in general.  My passion for writing is different though.  I've always done bad in journalism and news media writing classes but flourished in creative writing ones.  Media writing can be so restricted.  There was a format that the teachers forced me to follow for journalistic purposes that I just couldn't get with whatsoever.  I thrive off of being able to place my commas where I want, capitalize what I want, and arrange words and phrases to what feels right to me.  I've studied communications all throughout college, so I understand the need for proper mechanics and grammar.  However, when it comes to telling a story, I'd like to just tell it.  So here, for the first time on my blog... I'd like to share with you the first poem I came across today in reminiscing.  I wrote this poem along time ago, somewhere between high school and college; so there's no need for anyone to feel special lol.
 
Presenting...  "Takin' Back" Enjoy! :)

Takin' Back
byAlicia Williams

See, I was takin' back the first day you looked at me... 
the first day you looked at me straight into my eyes as if you were trying to read my mind.
I was takin' back the first time you smiled at me... 
the first time you smiled at me I knew you were interested, I knew I had you in my grasp... 
I knew my chocolate had once again suceeded.

I was takin' back all of the nights we chilled together, whether indoors or outdoors.  
The nights we talked about whatever, enjoying each others' company, wanting one another, lusting silently.
I was takin' back each time my phone rang and it was you on the other end...
you calling because I was on your mind. 
I was takin' back, believe it or not.
 The conversations we had for minutes, for hours...  
The excitement in your voice told me that you were actually into what I was saying, into me.

I was takin' back the nights I laid down beside you... in your bed... close to you.
You kissing me softly in my most beautiful places.
Our lips touching, tongues meddling, me feeling you deep...ly.
I was takin' back.
 I was takin' back by everything we'd do, from the bites to eat, the nights alone, the public affection, the obvious admiration, the feeling of falling in love.

I was takin' back when the tables turned...
  when your pain became my anger which led to our drama. 
When you decided that I was getting too close, when initially... you welcomed my closeness and despised my distance.
I was takin' back the day I saw your arm wrapped around another girl... 
A smile on her face, and a smirk on yours... your homeboys patting you on your back. 
Playa... I was takin' back.

Takin' back even further as your list of "girl" "friends" increased... 
as your head got even bigger... your crew got even ruder, and your inclination towards me became less evident.
I was takin' back each moment I let your evilness slide, each time I became closer to becoming a "dummy".

I was takin' back by my own persistence to be with you... 
learning that I loved you, yet oblivious to the reality that your feelings weren't my feelings.
Takin' back? Was I.

The killer was how takin' back I was the day you pushed me out of your world completely.
Take me back... that's how I feel.
I feel takin' back by the fact that simply giving you what you wished for was not a task I coud do.
I was takin' back by the fact that I just didn't want to let you go... by how hooked I was, never realizing my own devotion and the extent of your deception.
Take me back.

Take me back to where I didn't cry every other night over a lost cause, over a lost soul... to where my happiness didn't depend on your happiness, to where I could do without you... but didn't.
Take me back to the man who wasn't trying to have a reputation... 
to the man who was trying to make a relationship... to the man who chased after me, the one I saw potential in... Please take me back to that place.

Take me back to where I was takin' back...
Takin' back by the idea of meeting someone who I was so attracted to, so into, so his, so yours when you had me takin' back.
Take me back to before you were even ever in my life, when I was drama-less, painless, emotionless...
When I was takin' back because falling in love felt that good...
Back then, before I knew love could hurt this bad.


Yours Truly... A.dot.M.dot.Dub.

La Femme Fatale

(Saturday, January 8, 2011)

 "Nice = headache & irritation", quoted strongly by a friend of mine via twitter yesterday, and I agree! Why is that the case?  Why is it that just when you have decided to befriend someone and/or let your guard down, Dr. Jekyll appears?

Society is so quick to gang up against a female deemed "la femme fatale" (the fatal woman), yet the fatal, bitchy females seem to not have it so bad.  Their careers consist of head exec, "The Devil Wears Prada" positions... or some teeny-bopper network gives them their own spin-off show from the reality show that they tormented and terrorized.  Their social life is swarmed with thousands of readers, viewers, social network friends and followers who are dying to hear what the "bitch" has to say next... while their love life is full of alleged grown folks groveling at their feet trying to be the one who finds the soft spot in the wicked witch of the West.

Let's face it, the angry customer gets the store gift card while the customer who decided to let it go gets a "have a nice day", if that even.  Does all of this mean that we should revert to being evil in order to be successful in life?  Will being "the fatal woman" really bring peace and a soul mate?  Ha! I highly doubt it.  I am a strong believer in karma.  The bitch may appear to be living up all of life advantages at the moment, but stands a greater chance of ending up alone and bitter when it's all said and done.  It's just hard to stay away from "your evil side" after your kindness has been tested and taken for granted time and time again.  For instance, you're nice to a guy... you let your guard down... and then in a lot of cases... the guy gets scared of future entrapment or he realizes that he has you and doesn't see much need in continuing all of the nice things that caused you to finally let your guard down .  Sounds like a situation that could make the sweetest of the sweet become fatal.

I'm sorry society, my conscious won't let me commit to "la femme fatale" no matter how hard I try.  If being sweet and nice to someone brings headache and irritation, then take it as your body's way of telling you that they're bad for your health.  I don't know about you, but I like being happy.  My Forensics teacher in high school once told me that everyone has their days, that you never know what struggle and pain someone has endured before they crossed your path that day.  She continued to stress, to learn to let them be instead of adding to their anger to prove a point... mainly because, tomorrow you could be going through the exact same thing.  I'm sure every acclaimed diva, bitch, and femme fatale once was a sweetheart during sometime in their life... but that's just it... how strong are you really if you allow life to replace your halo with devil's horns?  If anything, it takes a more assured person to remain who they are despite everyone else.

As a result, I'll save my femme fatale nature for when it truly matters... Any other time, I am "la bien-aime", the sweetheart ;)


"I've come to believe that all my past failure and frustration were actually laying the foundation for the understandings that have created the new level of living I now enjoy." ~Tony Robbins