I think I’m making a HUGE decision on my philosophical thoughts and emotions.
I think I’ve become disillusioned with the Black populace want for change.
As much as it hurts me to say this, I think I’ve given up the good fight. Why fight for a group of people who doesn’t necessarily want to change? Why argue and debate, write blogs about, pour yourselves into everything when these same group of people haven’t change and probably won’t change in your lifetime?
Why argue that light-skin isn’t necessarily better when a man will tell you to your face that it is? Why debate that a black woman’s hair is BEAUTIFUL and AMAZINGLY UNIQUE when a person says its disgusting and unkempt? Why scream to the top of your lungs that a Black woman should be honored for her strength and beauty when a black man runs after another culture, eagerly dropping their heritage.
I feel as if my screaming, my pleading, my conversations, my arguments and my debates have fallen on death ears. I feel that no black person I’ve spoken to really cares that we are our own enemies, that we are tearing down our own communities with our ignorance. That no black man actually values what he has in our women.
So instead of telling, I’m more apt to showing.
I would rather show my worth as strong, beautiful Black woman. I would rather show how much I love my hair, my skin, my wide hips, my big nose and lips…than tell.
With that being said, I’ve decided to stop blogging…for a while… to focus on what really matters. To focus on continuing to love myself and to show those around me the real inward and outward beauty of a Black Woman.
I’m just tired of shouting and no one hears me.