“These Spanish, these white h**s, they just started getting finer than a m*****f****r,” he said to the camera while driving his car. “Y’all black h**s better tighten up. I’m telling you, tighten up. Y’all doing all that extra s**t for nothing. You not achieving nothing, b***h. You get y’all a** done, ya titties done, ya paying $150 to get your makeup done just to go to a local club, b***h. Tighten up, h*e. These Spanish and these white h**s getting very spiffy on y’all. They f**k around and learn how to fry chicken you h**s is useless.”
Really? Let me get this right:
- If a child came from a single home and struggles, the mother is to blame.
- If a child comes from a two parent household and struggles, the mother is to blame.
- If someone assaults a Black woman, all Black women and not the assailant are to blame.
- If a Black relationship fails, it will be because of her shortcomings.
- If a Black woman is not a size 6, she’s out of shape.
- If a Black woman is not light, she’ s ugly’
- If a Black woman opts to perm her hair she is a fake.
- If a Black woman shows her focus, she is deemed to have an attitude.
- If a Black woman opts out of make up ‘she is an auntie’.
- If a Black woman disappears on her way home, she ran off with a partner.
- If a Black woman does not wear tight fighting clothes showing her shape she is a prude.
Enough is enough. For weeks I have watched, listened, observed and read the worst things imaginable being said about African American women.
Trick, do us all a favor and .. shut up.
There I said it. I am not compelled to be polite, ladylike, articulate, or whatever anyone else wants to shovel my way. Some of us have to drastically change the way we talk, socialize to get a point across. So, I will lay it all out in a simple language you can understand. Black women do not need someone else to beat up on us.
Whether resisting rape during slavery, or sexual, verbal and physical assault after trying to get home, black women have been systematically denied emotional, physical or social protection. We are excluded from common decency and just basic decency of humanity.
Let me help you out here brother, I am gainfully employed, wonderfully smart and woefully disappointed in the tripe from your video. I am not a baby’s momma. I am not anything you would understand. I want you to know the following. Women are not hoes. That is a tool you use in the garden. They are not bitches. That is a female dog. We do not need to compete with other women for the brain dead types who think a woman is defined by how she looks.
Oh, and by the way, some of us would never give you the time of day. The women of ‘Love & Hip Hop‘ are not real.
Oh and here is a little school for you on black women:
- We have increased high school graduation rates by 63% in the past 50 years, according to the National Coalition on Black Civic Participation, which would mean in the country’s popular imagination that they’re on track to build up more wealth.
- Start businesses at six times the national average, according to the Center for American Progress
- African American women hold 8.58% percent of bachelor’s degrees in the U.S.
- African American women earned more than half of all science and engineering degrees completed by African Americans—surpassing their male counterparts.
- African American women-owned businesses employed 272,000 workers and generated $44.9 billion in revenue
So sir, when the country is facing one of the toughest elections since 1800, have a seat or move the agenda forward, but don’t put us down. I am not an angry black woman. I am not a feminist. I am an American Black woman that is nauseated by the continued belittling, berating and tearing down of my womanhood. I am annoyed that I am even taking the time out to write this.
Take your Instagram time and use it it to encourage an art form that isn’t about our downfalls but our successes.
Allow me to give a history lesson with the wise words of Kool Moe Dee’s ‘Let’s Go‘:
Lower Level, Lack Luster/Last Least, Limp Lover/Lousy Lame, Latent Lethargic
Lazy Lemon, Little Logic/Lucky Leech,/
Laborious Louse on a Loser’s Lips
Live in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse/ Low Life with the loud raps,
Doesn’t feel good right? Well, lay off my sisters.