I have to write this for my daughters, on the brink of lunacy. The
racism that my daughters will face due to enslaved minds is unavoidable,
inevitable, unchangeable....I pray that my daughters will one day
blossom and overcome the identity issues that have followed me a
lifetime. You see I'm not midnight black, not quite peanut butter, and
I'm not red-bone. I'm not light enough house n@$%#,
yet get the side eye often. Will we ever be free "Girl I betchu' glad
you got a white man." I find myself explaining my choice in love as, "My
husband grew up in the hood, he more hood than me." But why? Why do I
try to explain love? Am I not free? Will my daughter be free? Will we
as a people be free. I know there is a delicate balance that I will face
one day instilling self worth, confidence, and strength into my
daughter, yet not offending the brown spectrum. How will they embrace
them? What wounds will come? And how will they heal?
Najeema Iman, I AM Curly Locks (A mother concerned with the inevitable)
Note: Had to rant a bit as my frustrations have been fermenting lately.
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