" What good are these thighs now that he is gone" Sula , Toni Morrison

Now this is gonna be some deepshit so hold on :

As a girl growing up you always wait for that moment when you realise you are woman. When you are not just an object or something to be put on a pedastal and worshipped for keeping your mouth shut and looking beautiful . A woman, when a man fears every time you open your mouth because its not only wisdom coming out but also strength. A woman when you can have children and be strong role model , love ,cherish them and teach them your ansecstors ways . A woman when you can comfort a man and yet not nurture him like a child but as an equal.A woman who dosn't need to man to validate her and can thrive without a mans love .I'm not there yet, i still have childish tendencies. I'm not going to boast about how woman i am and you are not ( lol this is why i'm hot). i'm what you call a fake woman. i will talk like a woman and walk like one but inside its a different story .so how does this all piece together . well i was having an interesting conversation today with two other sisters . We were talking about men ,generally black men. We were also conversing about self impowerment both which really tie in together. You see for years the black man has never appreciated the black woman's commitment , he sees her merrily as thighs, thighs that work and thighs that plesure. We have never stood for anything more. As soon as her voice rises she is branded to have an " attitude". now i don't entirely blame the black man he has been emmasculated by western society and has been told he is no good. So what does he do to make himself feel more of a man ,he goes and tells the black woman that she's no good. Its a vicious circle that goes round and round.but i have realised that black women are begining to rise up slowly but surely . we no longer see ourselves having to stick to convention set by society both black and white. Its hard being a woman let alone a black women , we are not taken seriosly and we are not respected . we are seen as vindictive and triffling sex objects. We lost our voice many years ago but are now gaining it back. i hope i don't come around as a man hater i'm not . i love my brotheres there are good one's out there but there are also terrible ones ( hands up Eddie Murphy)just as black women have issues as well ,especially with each other. We dispise each other . we talk bad about each other, calling each other hoes( without evidence lol i have evidence for all those hoes from my last blog though ) we steal each others men for no good reason and we talk bad about each others afro- kinky hair calling it nappy and stuff . is this getting too heavy for you well take a breather.

one of the reasons why we are like this is that we hate ourselves for some reason . western society has told us that our lips are too big , our hair is too wholly our bums too big ( i pack that junk in my trunk can i get a halleliugh) or we are to thick in places we are supposed to be bone thin. So we grew to hate ourselves and because we saw the "deformatives" in our sister we bagan to hate each other as well and our union was corrupted. you might say oh this is another black girl confused about her race blah blah blah . but thats the point i am another black girl just trying to grow into a woman but its hard so hard when no one takes your impowmerment seriously.when no one will listen to your reason, when you are just walking talking thighs , it is hard. When i look at my mother i see how hard it is because even though she is strong intelligent woman sometimes people still talk to her as if she is a girl or as if her words come out as ignorant. Its hard isn't Sista's It's hard but all i have to say is it isn't attitude its IMPOWERMENT!