State of emergency for Black Girls

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/trey-anthony/little-black-girls-self-esteem_b_1157731.html

Ugh. The way words are used can be so oppressive. The programs run on our minds based on phraseology and tele-vision are very powerful. Lets dis-spell the spell work!

emerge (v.) 1560s, from Middle French émerger, from Latin emergere "rise out or up, bring forth, bring to light," from ex- "out" (see ex-) + mergere "to dip, sink" (see merge). The notion is of rising from a liquid by virtue of buoyancy. Related: Emerged; emerging.

So to EMERGE is to rise up out of a thing. So the state of being for black girls is one of rising up out of something. That thing is negative opinions and views about their Beauty and thus Value as Wombn. Sure as can be, the beast has decided to use actresses and Disney Spell work to circumvent this emergence of a New Mindframe for and among Black Wombnhood. Its called 12 years a slave. Make no mistake, the original story is talking about the enslavement of our foremothers to end us in this position we are presently in.

So with our Dawtas this is one part Esteem two parts Vanity and 6 parts Re-Membering of the Self/cells.

I make it a point to fawn over the blackest of girls. With the nappiest of hair.

I swoop into a pizza shop Blanche atop my head (my huge 3 ft hat!) and all adorned in gems. I see her in the corner. Dark and lovely. She doesnt know that the pimples go away and the braces do come off and the glasses can become character pieces.

I waltz over to her. Creating an Image of Style in her mind. She has no clue what imma do or say. But her eyes are fixed on me. I have successfully plugged into all her channels. Things she didnt even KNOW she could hear/do/feel/be.

And i say to her:

I wish my skin was dark like yours.

I sit down. And say: i sun all summer to get THIS dark. I always loved the darkest ones in my family more! In a jealous kinda way.

And she tells me how they tease her blackness. And so she hates her black skin. And i hand her some gemstones kissed and blissed. And tell her: they hate their blackness. And you remind them of it. They treat u this way to distance themselves from YOU!

Black is the most POWERFUL of all colors. I give her a color magic lesson. Tell her what colors to wear to highlight her beauty and repel the evil that is black women and men.

We eat our pizza and i leave.

And as i walk down the street, under that hat or my scarf: i WEEP! I find a place to go and CRY BITTERLY for release of all that i absorbed from that lil baby girl.

She doesnt kno she is carrying it. But i did. Someone a lil stronger takes it on and replaces HATRED OF THE DARK MOTHER with AFFIRMATION OF HER GLORY AND POWER!

Do not ever again ask me: what am i doing for black dawtas!

Just find a way to help me do it or SHUT THE FUCK UP with that pontificating bullshit!

Enough!