BLACK WOMENS’ RIDE OR DIE IS EACH OTHER

As Black women, Black Hebrew, and/or African American I can say this. Black men for the most part can learn a lot from our behaviors, our confidence, and our determination. 

You see, for the most part the majority of us do not care what you throw at us. It will not stop us. It does not matter how good you make it look?  How much it may act black.  How handsome or pretty you try to make us believe it is. 

You see we know when God/Yahweh made black women;  God literally broke the mold behind us.  So in essence, when you see us, you cannot be us. (Sidebar:  God broke the mold behind black males too.  Different story.  Different blog).   Not even slavery changed our physiques if you know what I mean.  We are often imitated but never duplicated.  Our children are unapologetically black, and so are our men.  We will continue to deal with a Black man when we are poor, and/or when we move on to become rich.  We just do not flip any scripts.  We know the grass will never be greener on the other side.  Not the majority. 

See for Black women, Black truly is beautiful.  Our physiques are to die for, and some have died from the surgery for their bodies to be contoured like Black women.  Our lips are full and luscious as hell, and no it is not Maybelline.   We have full breasts and even fuller butts.  No stuffing, and we wear it well.  Our hips are to die for.  When we walk and sway we walk in motion baby.  Like natural-born runway models.  What’s more.  Black does not crack.  Black women can be in their 60’s and look 30 or 40.  No surgery involved.

We are natural-born fighters, but not killers.  We can have a disagreement without murder, and we are not trying to represent anything but our families. We know how black sisterhood works, because when it comes down to it.  We are all we got.

Our voices would make an angel cry.  Voices that are just that beautiful. Our physique can make a devil look in amazement at Gods/Yahweh’s work.  Just that gorgeous.  Our natural hair is gorgeous, and we are the only race of people whose natural hair defies gravity.  It can literally stand up with grace and beauty.  Is not that amazing! 

All we have to do is walk, and you will stand in awe, and have to look at us just to get a glimpse of perfection.  We know what we are working with. 

Our beautiful bodies look as if it has been chiseled to perfection.  Nothing square about it.  We invented soul food out of scratch thrown as us by the slaveowners.  Chitterlings.  You cannot tell me we did not know how to survive.  Greens, beans, and rice, etc.  We made it work and grew stronger as a result of it.  Vaseline and cocoa butter was our staple and now is advertised by those that are not even Black. 

For the most part, we have populated this earth, with strapping young boys, who grew up to be handsome big, and strong men.  We vote for who we see fit, which will promote the well-being of our culture as a whole.  Not out of tradition, especially when tradition keeps us in the same old hole. 

We do not like to be called by slave names i.e.,  not a nigga, a hoe, or a bitch.  Outside of slave masters, rappers, who are akin to slave masters, have renamed us to destroy our self-esteem, but it is not working.  A Black lady will always be a black lady. 

Our bodies for the most part are not contoured to be sodomized.  Our bodies were contoured to bring life, not lifestyles, but life.  We are going to speak up for anything that is not right.  Some have portrayed us as “angry black women” for doing so.   We cannot be reduced to being cowards.   

In ending, these are my thoughts.  They are true, and I assume full responsibility for speaking the truth.  You have every prerogative not to like the truth or what I am saying.  However, you cannot kill the messenger. 

In ending, Black men can learn a lot from Black women.  Oftimes the boys that we raised and/or co-raised have taken hold of our knowledge.  That is until they get to be men, and that knowledge somehow gets lost through peer pressure, and a go along to get along attitude.  

Black women are a ride or die for each other.  No matter how people may BS us.  We truly know we are all we got. 

In a nation where racism is as common as batting an eye,  we will always need and have our black cultural sisters back.  

To the original Queens a/k/a/  Black Women, Black Hebrews, and/or African Americans.  Keep on keeping on.  Black women truly are each others ride or die.

Written by Verse, May 18, 2021.  All rights reserved.