Nothing is More Beautiful: November 2007

Earlier today I looked in the mirror and wished i looked different
Maybe more this and less that
I questioned why did I have to have so much this and why is so little of that there
I thought mayb I could get her attention if i had less of this and more of that
Then I realized, That what I was doing was wrong...

Some women these days look at hips and hold them with contempt, forgetting that hips like these carry healthy beautiful children, are the hips of mother Africa, are the hips that bare the load of the future.
some women look at my deep brown eyes with hesitation, forgetting the beautiful mind behind them, the amazing things they have seen, and because they will see themselves in a crystal clear reflection, which is something they cant tolerate.

They hate themselves. Hate the way they look, the way their hair looks, the way the curves move gracefully from here to there, hate their skintones, and in turn, surround themselves with olive skinned hazeled eyed illusions of who they want to be.

Have they forgotten it was our thick lips that gave you your first kiss straight out of the womb?
Have they forgotten it was our hips that carried them?
Have they forgotten it was our brown eyes that offered them a peace that passes understanding?
Have they forgotten it was our warm fleshy bodies that comforted them at nite?
Have they forgotten it was our curly hair that we burned stripped and destroyed for their first grade recitals?

Have you forgotten it was my brown lips that gave you that kiss of realization?
Have you forgotten it was my soft chest that you laid your head upon?
Have you forgotten it was my brown thighs that you reached into?
Have you forgotten it was my brown eyes that made you lose your breath?

Maybe you have.

And we as african women, run out and find the bluest contacts we can find, avoid the sun in the summer so we dont get "black". Diet and excersice to acheive a european slenderness that is not natural to the curves we were endowed with. All so that maybe we can be what they would call beautiful.

I am woman. I am the feeder of the world. The Carrier of your burdens. I am beautiful. I am Africa. In a few years, these hips will carry a 10 lb child, this flesh will offer them safety and security, this chest will suckle them for nourishment, these eyes will gaze into the eyes of my child and this mind will think, this child is beautiful, this round nose will take in the smell of my baby's hair, these lips will kiss my child, this voice will sing them there first lullibi, and these legs will carry them home to Africa where they will grow up to realize they ARE beautiful, and all that they desire is within their grasp.

Now I'm not saying that all women have given up on their African counterparts, but the ones that have not given up keep them at home. And have their trophy on their dashboards. I always make the lazy boy analogy: If you had to sit a chair for say... 6 hours which would you choose? A soft comfortable lazy boy, or a hard metal fold up chair.... well lets weigh the choices.. a lazy boy is warm comfortable plushy soft reclines has a cup holder a remote holder, the works. It cost a lot of money but its worth it... It last forever and you'd kill someone if they sat in you lazy boy. You wont mind much if it gets dirty or a little stuffing showing here and there, and thats because its going to stay in the basement. Only for those who you love to see. The fold up chair is easy to fit in small places, convienient, cheap, something you wouldnt mind taking to the game. You wont really trip if you misplace it bc it looks like all the other chairs around it... and you could get another one..... Catch my drift?

I refuse to accept this treatment and I hope you wont either. We are a beautiful people. Since the day we stepped off the boat we have been the desire of many races hearts. And now more than 200 years later, we are desired by all but our own. Nothing is more beautiful than a black woman. And I love you all.

BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL
pz.