“If the Black woman wasn’t born, she’d have to be invented.” -Nikki Giovanni Yolande Cornelia Giovanni, Jr (birth name for Nikki Giovanni) is 76. With the praise of Maya Angelou, I think that she is often overlooked. With her still doing what she loves (writing, … Continue reading The Enduring Gangsta Of Nikki Giovanni
Maya Angelou said you have to learn to get up from the table when love is no longer being served. On this day, this day of love, I want to remind you that love requires honesty. And from that honesty, always truth. These are the … Continue reading #28DaysOfBlackness: Nikki, Maya, Toni and Jimmy–Love Is.
“If the black woman wasn’t made, she would have to be invented.”
Black women are saged. There is no way around that or to explain it. There is an air to us that is no short than mystic, mythic and amazing. What we do, how we move, how we can be everything all at once keeps us formidable and the phenomenal women which Maya Angelou told us we were.
In this move towards the celebrating of women, especially during Women’s History Month, there can be no celebration of all women until all women are seen. Especially women of color! For the better part of the history of this nation, there have been women of color in the background, in the forefront, and on the sidelines of every major movement which has defined this nation. From Deborah Simpson in the Revolutionary War, to Harriet Tubman whom was a Union army spy and nurse (when she wasn’t being a superhero!), to Mary Cady Shadd whom helped Susan B. Anthony argue the cause for women’s sufferage, to Mary McCleod-Bethune whom founded what is now known as Bethune-Cookman College in Florida.
Black women, women of color, are no stranger to adversity and making a way out of it. We does these things, ma’am and sir. We are experts in making out of whole cloth, and making the cloth when none is available.
I honor the black women in life, sung and unsung. I honor the women in my life and line that loved, lived and imparted to the next woman whom would be a grandmother to my grandmother whose shoulders I stand. I honor them. I remember them. I write for them, and the ones to come behind me.
I am a black woman, beautiful and unapologetic. I am here to take over.