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This is a poem that every Black person should read and pass on to every
Black woman you know. It's deep and should be read when you have the
time to honestly inhale it... Enjoy.The Strong Black Woman is Dead...On August 15, 2001 at 11:55 p.m., while struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth, the strong Black woman passed away.Medical sources say she died of natural causes, but those who know her know she died from being silent when she should have been screaming,smiling when she should have been raging, from being sick and not wanting anyone to know because her pain might inconvenience them.She died from an overdose of other people clinging to her when she didn't even have energy for herself. She died from loving men who didn't love themselves and could only offer her a crippled reflection. She died from raising her children alone and for not being able to do a complete job.She died from the lies her grandmother told her mother and her mother
told her about life, men and racism. She died from being sexually abused as
a child and having to take that truth everywhere she went every day of
her life, exchanging the humiliation for guilt and back again.She died from being battered by someone who claimed to love her and
she allowed the battering to go on to show she loved him too. She died
from asphyxiation, coughing up blood from secrets she kept trying to burn
away instead of allowing herself the kind of nervous breakdown she was
entitled to, but only white girls could afford.She died from being responsible, because she was the last rung on the
ladder and there was no one under her she could dump on.The strong Black woman is dead.She died from the multiple births of children she never really wanted but was forced to have by the strangling morality of those around her.She died from being a mother at 15, a grandmother at 30 and an ancestor
at 45. She died from being dragged down and sat upon by un-evolved women
posing as sisters.She died from pretending the life she was living was a Kodak moment
instead of a 20th century, post-slavery nightmare! She died from
tolerating Mr. Pitiful, just to have a man around the house. She died from lack of
orgasms because she never learned what made her body happy and no one
took the time to teach her and sometimes, when she found arms that were tender,
she died because they belonged to the same gender.She died from sacrificing herself for everybody and everything when
what she really wanted to was be a singer, a dancer, or some magnificent
other.She died from lies of omission because she didn't want to bring the
Black man down. She died from race memories of being snatched and raped,
snatched and sold, snatched and bred, snatched and whipped, and
snatched and worked to death.She died from tributes from her counterparts who should have been
matching her efforts instead of showering her with dead words and empty songs.
She died from myths that would not allow her to show weakness without
being chastised by the lazy and hazy.She died from hiding her real feelings until they became hard and
bitter enough to invade her womb and breasts like angry tumors. She died
from always lifting something from heavy boxes to refrigerators.The Strong Black Woman is Dead.She died from the punishments received from being honest about life,
racism and men. She died from being called a ###### for being verbal, a
###### for being assertive and a ###### for picking her own lovers. She died from
never being enough of what men wanted, or being too much for the men
she wanted.She died from being too Black and died again for not being Black
enough. She died from castration every time somebody thought of her as only a
woman, or treated her less than a man.She died from being misinformed about her mind, her body and the extent
of her royal capabilities. She died from knees pressed too close together
because respect was never part of the foreplay that was being shoved at
her.She died from loneliness in birthing rooms and aloneness in abortion
centers. She died of shock in courtrooms where she sat, alone,
watching her children being legally lynched.She died in bathrooms with her veins busting open with self-hatred and
neglect. She died in her mind, fighting life, racism, and men while
her body was carted away and stashed in a human warehouse for the
spiritually mutilated.And sometimes when she refused to die, when she just refused to give
in, she was killed by the lethal images of blonde hair, blue eyes and flat
butts, and rejected by the O.J.'s, the Quincys, and the Poitiers.Sometimes, she was stomped to death by racism and sexism, executed by
hi-tech ignorance while she carried the family in her belly, the
community on her head, and the race on her back!The strong silent, talking black woman is dead!!!!! Or, is she still
alive and kicking????????????I know I'm still here.Author Unknown--------------------
be careful of what you tolerate, you might just start accepting it one dayWhy Do Women Cry
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him."I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?""All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"God said:"When I made the woman she had to be special.I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,yet gentle enough to give comfort.I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.""You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."
..Please send this to five beautiful women you know today. You will boost another woman's self-esteem! Send it to every man, so he can understand!
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