Can we continue to sit back and not address a very present danger amongst the ‘black’ community? This damaging stereotypical self fulfilling behavior of nursing anger without tools and techniques to manage our personal feelings is becoming increasingly detrimental.
‘Black’ women from all walks of life band together on a daily basis to show international support for the topic of breastfeeding in the ‘black’ community. The news feed on ‘black women do breastfeed’ bubbles over daily with questions,comments and concerns surrounding nursing mothers, infant children, pregnancy, mother’s to be jitters and body changing concerns.
It has been said a picture is worth more than a thousand word, for this entry I will forgo my words and allow the picture to speak.
What does Sandy Bland, Michelle Obama, the neighborhood ‘black’ girl and Aunt Viv from Fresh Prince of Bel Air have in common? Surprise, they have all been labeled at some time in their life as an ‘Angry Black Woman.’
How do you forget what you have been through? Your story can be your catalyst for change. This is a poem about how does one forget?
What does it mean to love being ‘black’? Created images and stereotypes plaster the walls and imaginations of we the people. Being ‘black’ has so many positive and negative connotations in today’s world. Scorned, glorified, degraded, revered, objectified, exploited and beguiled ‘blacks’ fight an up hill battle socially, physically and spiritually.
Do you a moment for reflection? Who are you? This poem will raise some deep questions for you to ponder.
Thousands of videos have cropped up all over social media concerning the recent slaying of Michael Brown of Furgeson, Missouri. Another tragedy propelled into the video light in attempts to sensationalize the realities of the underclass in America. Mass media coverage inundates the public with yet another side bar conversation in hopes to ignore the proverbial pink elephant in the room.