We are told frequently that women are more intuitive, more empathetic, more innately willing and able to offer succor and advice. How convenient that this cultural construct gives men an excuse to be emotionally lazy. How convenient that it casts feelings-based work as “an internal need, an aspiration, supposedly coming from the depths of our female character.
“there will be fear. a lot of it. there will be triumph. a lot of it. there will be constellations you want to reach for but can’t put your finger on. you will trace them like the scars on your body you got from trouble and the times of your life. you will take the long way to get to these Orions. the long way will become a theme in your life, but a journey you learn to love.
you will dive head first without looking into phases that you are certain of who you are.
at the time, you are searching. seeking in every corner and pocket of the world for who you are. take your time, baby girl. there’s no rush to get there. you will sow each of these chapters in the land that you become. you will see bits and pieces of them scattered into the skin you grow into. you don’t have to figure everything out now. time will reveal itself. i promise you.
sometimes you push these phases to the max, and when you go out into the world feeling confident in who you are and what you reflect, young folks will call you names and grown folks will call you names. It’s ok. one day you will name yourself, and that name will belong to you. it will not be the ones they ordained: “crazy, ugly, attention-seeking, weirdo.”
i really hate to tell you this, but sometimes you will still get called these things as an adult, except you will actually embrace some of them. you will learn that these are just words. words that only have power if you choose to give them power. every once in a while they will hurt, but you will choose to turn those words into a symbol of beauty.
speaking of words. they might just be your first love. sometimes you can write for hours, just you and the words on the pages. they make you feel understood, even if it’s just you that you’re talking to.
trust in these words, even when you’re feeling wildly insecure. hold on to your journals. cherish them. put them somewhere safe so that they may become a guide for you later, a revealer and a friend.
the lucky stars have been good to you, and there’s a long list of things you’d like to give gratitude to them for………..
because you have your mama’s blood, you are fiercely independent and outgoing. you’ve been starting petitions, building tree houses, and starting clubs since as long as you can remember.
sometimes in the midst of juggling all this, you put a lot of pressure on yourself and often crash and burn. you shut down. you go into your room, lock the door, put on music, and you do not move for 8 hours straight. it will feel like the heaviest and bleakest darkness you can possibly feel, and when you ask everyone to leave you alone and let you be, what you really want to say is “i want you here” and “i need help.”
sometimes it is ok to say just that. it won’t make you less strong or less powerful. no one you love will criticize you or blame you; in fact, they will lift you up.
seventeen will be the hardest year of your life. it will grow you up almost immediately. you will lose your best friend whom you love so much to gun violence in a single moment, and give birth to a new one within a year.
you will be terrified, and it’s ok that you don’t know what the future holds. some people will count you out because of the decision you’ve made to bring another life into the world so young, but you made the decision out of love and will live with the decision in love.
soon enough you will learn how to love and how to exist with love in ways that you never knew. you will learn how to love yourself and how to empathize with and forgive those who may have taken a bit of that pure love away from you.
you have a long life ahead of you, and i’ll tell you it’s not gonna always be easy, but I can promise you it will be fruitful and with much purpose. all the bridges you’ve burned, you had to, so that you could rebuild them to become a stronger and more wonderful you.
there will be pain, there will be doubt there will be beauty, there will be the unknown. there will be so many moments of joy and delight that the whole universe will feel painted in hues of amber and wonder. there will be times you are so sad you can’t lift your head. and there will be times you are so happy that the sensation of life knocks you down. but most importantly, there will be you. a whole, whole lot of it. and you will feel good about who she is and who she is still becoming.”
and you date the man you scream you wouldn’t.
why do you hurt yourself like this?
you can’t create oceans from driftwood
It’s that time of the year again. The prestigious award ceremony. Considering the backlash that the Academy has recieved last year with #Oscarssowhite #BoycottOscars it was refreshing and somewhat needed for a more diverse pool of nominees.
With Viola Davies winning Best Actress, and Mahershala Ali winning best supporting actor it was a triumphant night for the minority. However the real drama unfolded when the best picture was announced. Or should I say wrongly announced then left to simmer until production had to intrude on stage four minutes after speeches were given on behalf of La La Land’s cast.
To then say that the wrong name had been announced because one person couldn’t read a fucking name printed CLEARLY on a white card, baffles me. English is your first language, yet my man has the audacity to somewhat mix up the cards and make an assumption based on the best supporting actress and leave it to the white woman to announce. Yes. How very white supremist of you.
This is what saddened me. Moonlight did not get the recognition and celelbratory applaud and standing ovation, because the award was handed down to them. Almost like a second rate prize. After the person wins first place, who really cares about the contestant in second place. They were denied their moment of triumph. Their five second of fame. They were given a round of tainted applause from the previous winner. “Oh so they won, okay let me carry on clapping.” From giving heartfelt acceptance speeches reflecting their work and dedication to a film up against the Hollywood moguls. For having to give a second speech, already engulfed in the words from their competitors and having to constantly acknowledge their work. Yet the grace and humility shown by the director of Moonlight, the way he phrased his words was in such a humble manner. He felt truly blessed because he didn’t think the Academy would acknowledge his work the way they do with mediocre white directors. That all said because if there was a show of disappointment in the handling of things, the media would be the first to label then as the ‘angry, black crew.’ That my friends is how the white supremist system works.
I would like to believe that the whole facade was a set up to undermine minority people, the way these institutions always do.
i was born
and i will die
is the only thing
i’ve ever known
and you say women should not be afraid to speak up,
but tell me how my voice can leave the tongue when we have been told to quieten down,
that loud voices with thoughts are not becoming of a woman
or when we speak up we are undermined not because of content, but because of gender
how man always sees himself as the dominant, and see no harm in talking over us to silence us
or to question us
tell us to calm down
say it was a joke
ask why are we getting so emotional
as if women can not separate rational thoughts from emotive feeling
how we are mocked at for speaking up
when women are the most complex creatures
but when it comes to the last word
man will utter a statement regardless of its truth, and then belittle women when questioned.
“how do boys look so good without makeup”
because society hasn’t taught boys they look bad without it …