Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Lean On Me


Last week, in my Principles of Management class my professor had me crackin' up. He'd never seen the movie "Lean On Me", before so he was highly amused by the "stay Black and die" line. I encouraged him to the see the movie, one because he's an educator and two because it's a classic. Little did I know, that I'd soon be cast in my own version of "Lean On Me" .

This past weekend was fantastic. The weather was great and New York City was beckoning me to come out and enjoy her. I'd spent my Saturday jaunting all over. I started in Williamsburg viewing million dollar condos, if for nothing else but to show myself what I needed to do in order to get where I want to be. By night's end, I'd had brunch in Long Island City, a few glasses of wine in Fort Greene, listened to a live reggae band at The Shrine in Harlem, and hit up One Fish Two Fish for a late night/early morning dinner at about 1 am (Thank God their kitchen closes at three 'cause after all that running around, me and my peeps were hawngry as hell *not a typo*). Sunday we decided to take it a bit easier and grab lunch at a local spot. As I waited outside for my comrades to join me to head to out, I decided to call up my homegirl. As we're catching up, a lady walks by me hysterically crying. I say to my friend:

"Oh my goodness, this lady is crying and I want to ask her if she's okay but I really don't know what to say..."

She tells me to just say "Ma'am are you okay?". It sounds so simple but I've been so conditioned to mind my business that it seemed hard for those simple words to come to me. I walked over to lady and said the words, and she just continued to cry. I began to gently rub her shoulder to provide the only sort of comfort I knew how in the moment. I asked her if she'd lost someone. She continued to cry but managed to utter, "Yeah. My mother. Yesterday."

My heart broke.


Friday, June 17, 2011

When Being A Strong Black Woman Goes Wrong


Would you consider yourself a "strong" black woman? If you're not a black woman, but you are a woman, and you're reading this, would you describe yourself as "strong"? Recently, I was over at A Belle in Brooklyn, and she referenced an article about "strong black women", written by a man, RK Beyers. To use the same quote that Belle did, Beyers stated:

We hear so much about “Strong Black Women”—recently even newly crowned NBA MVP Derrick Rose described his mother as a “Strong Black Woman”—that it almost seems as if the words “Black woman” should also, by definition, have the word “strong” implied.

But “strength” is a masculine trait.

And as the psychological warfare continues that is now trying to explain to us that Black women are the ugliest women alive because they have more testosterone than other women, forgive me if I don’t feel comfortable using any terms even remotely manly when describing someone as lovely, tender and delicate as my mother.

Hmm??? Interesting. His sentiment was sweet and gives me something to think about. When and why has being a "strong" black woman become a bad thing?


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Letters To My Unborn Child - Keep The Faith

Hi Baby,

Right now, I just want you to know how good you have it. When you're a child, you have nothing much to worry about besides getting good grades and being kind to people. Some children don't have it that easy, as they are too often burdened with grown up problems. Mommy has done her best to make sure you didn't have to deal with those things, because undoubtedly baby those times will come.

Mommy has talked to you about faith before and I want to make sure you have an understanding of what it is. Faith can be described as loyalty or allegiance to a cause or person. It can also be defined as complete confidence in a person or plan. You can have faith in many things: yourself, your loved ones, your purpose in life, and many other things. But right now let's focus on your faith in GOD.