dark I lovely "Some things have no words while some definitions cannot be formed into words." - Dawn Wolf, Keeper of Stories 3.18.13 |
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There is a rift within so-called Black consciousness that berates dark skin extolling the virtues of lighter hues upon the skin throughout the African Diaspora. For me to say, "I didn't grow up with that!" is meaningless in the heated discussions about light vs. dark skin. For starters it is too incredulous an assertion, and secondly there is a cultural insistence upon not resolving the dilemma. Most enjoy the emotional pain, and pointing blame upon the source, and the bane of our existence. The warrior spirit of the Africans who were prisoners of war, seized and taken into custody, and sold into slavery lost its momentum, its strength, and legitimacy after the struggle for legitimacy, and freedom subsided with laws passed to liberate the African from colonialism, Apartheid, slavery, and neo-slavery by the end of the 20th century.
Let us stand in remembrance of these facts. Let us mourn at our loss of spirit. Let us honor our ancestor's by remaining in the filth others gave us. Let us grief from deep within our ancestral pools of bloodlines to continue despising the waters that birthed us in spite of the circumstances our mothers lived in, and our fathers tried to protect us from in each generation! Tell your grandchildren your fears of power, and teach them how good it is be more white than African, and how healthy it is to bleach your skin white to be white. Let us look into our grandchildren's faces and embrace our disdain for ourselves and tell them this is how to live their lives in shit using the words in our actions.
"Pass it on to your grandchildren."
What we have become throughout the African Diaspora is even more pathetic than we admit to ourselves in our quest to eat ourselves from within. We have collectively determined not to evolve, and embody the powers due us, or the powers within us! We've become the spirit our ancestors saw within the white men who came to our shores those many centuries ago. We are the worst of that nightmare thinking we are free and afraid to look backwards and see the reversal of fortunes is in being repulsed by the responsibility to retrieve our souls and be men for our families and women for our futures.
This is who we are today. This is the Black Conscious. We are now the Shit Eaters! - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 1.23.14
Lali Pop- Unlaced Doll January 20 , 2014 |
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