So here I was passing the time at work on by and I decided that I would watch the documentary “Black mother, Black daughter” again. [If you haven’t seen it, google it!]…when low and behold SMACK DAB to the top of my news feed is this provocative picture of four beautiful black women scandalously dressed. … PAUSE!
Is this what the world thinks of today’s black women of television? I mean I’ve never watched the show basketball wives before BUT when I sat here and compared my life, the children today’s life, and the one’s to come it gets scary. What am I suppose to think, mind you sex always sold like icecream on a hot day, but influential woman as such, (if I can call them that) with photo’s the barely cover anything?! I’m sorry but the baffles me.
Yesterday I had to go Government House (the Governor General’s House for those of you who don’t know, he’s like the Queen’s rep for the Bahamas) for this senator thing that my father was apart of. Anyway, all day I’m getting carried heavy about how I need to look formal, no arms out, no short dress, no this, no that, when LOW AND BEHOLD I could see the Prime Minister’s wife arms, legs, AND breast! I’m sorry but I see a problem with this. See you’re SUPPOSE to dress “elegantly” when at the residence, and while I’m right for the part, the important people dress for the picnic on the lawn. [Not even the TEA PARTY!!! ya wear gloves for that shit!]
Sigh, I’m distressed. The great name behind that which has been admire is loosing its senses. What will happen to future generations who grow up and see vulgarity on television, magazines and then again in their own society. Who am I to follow?! Luckily, I was raised by papa smurf. I get the history, the elegance, the lectures, the “this dress too short”, I’ve been carried. But I think of it now I can only appreciate it because these are women who’ve raised 3-10 kids and still carry themselves accordingly. I will never try to tarnish the good name of a black woman, iDon’t have the boobs for that, BUT I will maintain my standards, and morals. And that’s that!
Fuck what we believe its what we percieve as a whole
emptiness from bowel to core
illusions distract us from discovery
emptiness in our soul
the thoughts of mind fuckers
emptiness that shatters
the actions of blood suckers
empty bodys lying cold.
How can we feel if we’re empty inside?
fight for nothing colorless pride
Rhythmic solutions for that which we lack
emptiness gone and life is back.
