Friday, May 29, 2009

Mistaken Identity

It is the common misconception of America that it’s all about the black man, coddling the black man, protecting the black man. The untold truth written in texts of old is that it has never been about the black man, it is about the BLACK WO-MAN! The sole of deep rooted hatred and fear due to her reproductive abilities to create a supreme being. The Sumerians called her Ki/Nin, Egyptain/Kemet dubbed her Ma’at, Roman named her Lustitia and the Greeks branded her Athena. These wonderments of supreme oneness brought about that limitless, boundless personification of truth and balance. From the wombs of greatness exploded those superb women of yesterday, today and tomorrow offering beauty, fertility and love. It was Isis who bore Horus the connector of upper and lower Egypt and Nefertiti who bred Tutankhamun into the restorer of Godness.

The black woman has been bamboozled by America into the ideology of being less than: Less than a mother, educator, worker, stabilizer, less than a woman. Society has erased her from the queenly presence she always exuded in order to break her down into nothingness. History taught of African kings brought to this land on slave ships who were then sold, beaten and humiliated in order to build a great nation. Nothing is recited of those African queens brought over who were also sold, beaten and humiliated; but these women degradation went further as they were also raped of their souls in order to inhabit this new land. Furthermore when the project was completed, these women were psychologically stripped of natural order as they were frightened to bear any black children.

This was and still is the case as our black families are continuously being tortured, dislocated and defamed. From Willie Lynch when women were first shown to create not strong beings but weak links to present day where black women are told not to create at all because our children are out of control and don’t have active fathers. Each day living in the existence of a deep rooted hatred or jealousy that we bear the fruits of strength, balance, truth and order. Fruits that every black woman possess but are downplayed, misrepresents and never acknowledged.

We are portrayed as angry, uncaring and ignorant while our white counterparts are displayed on pedestals of nurturing grandeur. We are the women who serve as incubators for a man’s semen; told by slave masters to bear their children but not our own. We the women who were told the only way we could get government assistance is if we got rid of our husband and communal family than were ostracized for doing what was told. We the women who sought each other for comfort, joy, guidance and love now turn our noses up at each other the minute a black man is involved. And society has the audacity to show compassion for the black man. He who was always cared for, He who was always nurtured, He who was always defended and He who was always supported. Now HE is portrayed on television and in reality as President, Major Executives and Upstanding Citizens. Yet SHE is a no class, ignorant, neurotic hoar, and whore with a bad attitude.

Oh but “the times have changed, everyone has evolved” except the black woman who still endures the pain of hatred from all races including our own. Where we used to stand up for one another, have each other back. Now we back stab and back bite in order to scrapple around for a little piece of the crumb society (including the black man) throws. Oh I say the times must change, no more should we allow the expectation of a crumb being formulated into a feast when the feast is already manifested. No more should we be told to be like Aphrodite, Venus, Eve, or Cleopatra when they were stolen from Ki, Hathor/Isis, Nefertari and Nefertiti. Black women we need to stand up, unite once more reincarnate those queens of old who held their own and restore the true definition of Queen Mother. Bring back those matriarchal societies of yesteryear and this year who continuously thrive under a veiled truth. Put the black man back into his place of being the anchor to that ship of Supreme so that we may continue to sail into forever.

Peace, Love and bliss to all my sistahs.


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