Of A Nuture

…She Are We.

In the making our way in the world, often we as women forget our interconnectedness. We indeed forget what Mrs. Carter told us, “Who run the world? Girls.”

In that space, reliant on God and our own power, we forget our influence, or stamina and our very nature to be divine change and an ever-present catalyst.

If one woman does great, we all shall be, can be, excellent.

In this cultivation of this divine feminine nature, we encounter the divide  along racial, ethical, gender lines. Again, she are we. 

We cannot be allowed to dismiss women because their experiences are foreign or uncomfortable to discuss. For too long this has been the case when there were more than just Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton railing against toxic patriarchy.

I offer to you Mary Shadd Cary, a forerunner of Ida B. Wells Barnett.

After graduation from Howard University in 1883, at age 60, she joined the Women’s Sufferage Association. She was one of TWO black female lawyers in the nation. Ms. Shadd Cary also testified before the House Judiciary Committee on behalf of women’s sufferage.

This is even after spending her life in social advocacy, abolition of slavery, journalism, and establishing the Colored Women’s Progressive Franchise in 1880.

*”Too often, the woman is choked out…”

If not reconciliation between what is to be a non-white woman/women of color in a society that seeks to only validate white women, there must be cultivated a respect for non-white women/women of color.

We will no longer wait for society to do that…we have waited, and waited and are yet waiting. We have decided the waiting is what killed our mother and grandmothers. It is their strength we use to fly towards where they were not allowed to tread.

Our gifts, talents and calls are enfolded to the grand batter of the matter, hoping our flavor to be made homogeneous…not so.

This nation owes a respect to women, all women. Without us, there would be no America. Without black women or other women of color there would be no America.

Without the space makers, like Eleanor Roosevelt, other members of pre-post World War I & II media, the documentation of historians like Dr. Carter G. Woodson and WEB DuBois, we perhaps would have no sustained record of the influence had by non-white women/women of color.

She. Are. We.

Just because a woman is used to bearing weight that isn’t hers, does mean you give her more because you don’t want yours.

Indeed, we are all connected. Space should be made to tell the truths of our lives, the ugly of them, and be granted peace and respect in them.

This is done one life, one woman, at a time.

*I am she.  

She are we.

*-These quoted are taken from my direct work, First, Awakenings, written in February 2017. This poem was commissioned by the artist behind The Awakenings Project, Marissa Southards. It is found in the first volume of this work of the same name.

She has allowed me space to give voice to something bigger than either her or myself. For that, I am grateful. 

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