“Food for Thought”
Where have all the sisters gone
This blog is not meant to offend, or a derogatory slander to my African American sisters.
The other day, I was asked to look at an interesting website. To my amazement, the website displayed several African American men, of several sectors, who are presently engaged in interracial relationships.
The question I most propose is, “where have all my sisters gone”
Let’s examine some of the myths that seem to hinder the standoffish attitude of the black man, in addition, if these are adopted lies presented through the media, or visual propaganda, or a calculated plan to genocide the relationship between the African American man, and the African American woman.
Myth 1. Black woman are loud, rude, and downright obnoxious.
I cannot differentiate, when a woman speaks, rather it be to a man, or to a child. The point of view is usually delivered in an authoritative tone of speaking, and straight to the point. Is society brainwashing the African American male population, in believing, the womb that he was created in, is only a vessel, once born, and under the maternal and parental guidance of a parent of African American descent, that no voice is louder than a whisper. I know for sure that my mother, as well as my father often raised their voices to allow us to understand the dire consequences of or wrongs, and in that boisterous voice, came with reasoning to push us to be the best in whatever we aim for. The old adage of ‘spare the rod, and spoil the child’ was never a deterrent factor in my household.
Myth 2. Black woman do not have the key to society, that Caucasian are Asian women possess.
What key or universal pass, that allows one race to move forward, whereas another race lags behind. I could argue for, or against this. If you look at television, here today, there is no reflection of black love, black unity, emotional bonding, or even an ounce of black dignity. As always, we are the best friend, best man, the gay man, jailed man, disrespectable thug, or a disfigured prop.
There is no specific key(s) to enter the door to any recreational playing field, secret society, or boys club. Let’s just admit it, “money talks, association by degree walks, and the epitome of class enters.
Are the lone days gone, when we, as African American women held our head high to be heard? Moreover, the glorious days, when we respected the black man, cultivated our black man, and loved him unconditionally?
I remember when television use to represent African American women in a positive light, and the man was at the helm of his kingdom, or household; Cosby Show, Different World, Family Matters, Smart Guy, Moesha, just to name a few.
Presently, we are not perceived even in supporting roles, most, if not all African American actors, are somewhere being paired with Caucasian men, and united with Caucasian women, whereas, it appears to be an epidemic.
Myth 3. Black woman want too much, too soon, and are not satisfied with cultivating an African American man to reach his full potential.
Well, the jury is still out on this myth, why must we settle for something less, when in actuality, women in general want a man, who can at least hold their own, in the bedroom, the kitchen, and his own pockets. However, If you really examine other women in society. You will find that each want these very same things, the fact is, they have the patience to wait around, and wait it out, not in any fashion belittle our brothas for what they do not have walking through the door.
An added fact, Most men of distinguish, already hold their own, the athletes, the music moguls, the actors, and comedians. Therefore, it is sad to admit that the excuse is ‘black women are not worthy enough to share in their wealth’ black woman cannot open the doors that a Caucasian woman can open. African American women cannot articulate.
I must defend that notion. I know several African American women, of old, and of new, who cannot only open doors, but who can create their own.
As an author of Erotica Romance novels, I have found myself at times writing about African American women, however, am I guilty, of not fulfilling the prophesy to stand up for my own chocolate skin tone. My female characters, seems to be the fare light-skin complexion, hair showering down their back, long legs, of slim petite, but never full figured. I am learning in the aspect of representing my characters, as I write more diligently.
To my African American sistas, universal love starts at home. If you see a sister on the street, stop, smile, and keep it moving. Don’t fall into the trap of turning your nose up, when she walks past, snickering under your breath. Everyone walks past your presence, has a story to tell. When you encounter a brotha in the midst of your presence. Take a second and appraise him at face value, do not conclude a verdict by his appearance, because these are some of the so-called broths that you may have turned your back on, only to stare at you in the face later, with another woman on his arm, another woman of a different race, and very much successful.
“Until out paths meet again, and spoken words vividly dance into light, stay black and beautiful.”
Some great old time favorites to watch:
Jefferson, Tyler Perry’s House of Payne, Family Matters, The Cosby Show, Different Show, Girlfriends, Benson, Webster, The Fresh prince Of Bel-Air, Different World, Gimme A Break, Sanford and Son, Good Times, martin, Meet the Browns, Moesha, The Steve Harvey Show, My Wife and Kids, Sister, Sister, Living Single, 227, Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids, One on One, The Parkers, Amen,
Website to check out: http://www.afieldnegro.com
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Love and Hugs,
Kemy
Published Author
Certified Medical Assistant
California Exotic Sexpert
