4. But back to why I love black women. Because we are the Mother of the Species. We birthed the planet yet we humbly (like most mothers) have played the background, put aside our dreams and vision, or worst yet, internalized someone else’s idea of what we SHOULD have as dreams and vision, to give unconditional love and support to our planetary ‘children’s’ visions and dreams. All the while allowing the world we birthed, to use us as the perennial workhorse, the ever pliant wet nurse, the eternal maid and shit cleaner, the always ready bed warmer and sexual object, the quintessential bitch, the consummate hoe, the original baby mama, the proverbial neck rollin’ angry black woman, the Jezebel. Because this is what they needed us to be.
Because too many of us have learned not to value our own worth, we have come to see ourselves thru others’ distorted prism. But I see us thru a different prism. One that sees the beauty in the scars, the denial, the betrayals, the abuse, the constant vilification, the invisibility—the fact that the world more often than not—looks AT you but does not SEE YOU.