Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts

Monday, March 3, 2014

SOJOURN TO TRUTH


Ek'abo Ebi! (Welcome Family!)

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

“Ain’t I a Woman?”
Sojourner Truth (1797 – 1883)
Abolitionist and Women’s Rights Activist

I read this excerpt from Sojourner Truth’s “Ain’t I a Woman?”, and I thought of all the trials and tribulations women of color faced and continue to face through their lives.  Starting with slavery; moving on to racism; stepping into our battle for women’s liberation during the Civil Rights Movement and of course affirmative action.  With all the battles we fought to gain our rights, to gain our freedoms, it’s beautiful to see one of us excel “once again” in our chosen field.

On Sunday night, Lupita Nyong'o won her first Academy Award for Best Actress in a Supporting Role for her role as Patsey in 12 Years a Slave.  In addition to her win, she is the first black African (Kenyan) actress to be nominated as well as the first black African actor to win in any category. When you look at her you would never believe that she ever suffered from lack of self-confidence or had an issue with the way she looked.  In a piece written by Solomon Jones of the blog The Philadelphia Experiment, Jones stated:

“As a child, Nyong'o, the daughter of a Kenyan senator, believed that there was something ugly about her chocolate-colored skin.  She was teased about her complexion, and later recalled in interviews that she would go to bed asking God for lighter skin, only to awaken to the disappointment of unanswered prayers. This brilliant, beautiful woman saw her color as something to overcome.”

I hope that women like those in the Dark Girls documentary and others who don’t see their beauty when they stand before a mirror, or don’t hear that they are beautiful even when someone tells them so, look at Lupita’s win as one more incredible achievement not only for WOC but also for women of color who possess a darker hue.

As black women, we were stripped of respect, stripped of pride, stripped of an appreciation of our beauty.  We were led to believe that we needed to look a certain way to fit in to society.  Unfortunately some of us still feel this way. Bleaching, perming (no offense sisters) whatever we needed to do; incapable for decades of appreciating our god given beauty, our natural locks, our beautiful shape.

As a woman of a darker complexion, I have never found myself in a situation where I had a problem with my skin color. So it angers me when someone less than worthwhile, uses someone’s weakness, someone’s inability to see their beauty, as a way to crush them underfoot and tell them they are less than nothing.

It does my heart good to know that the Academy continues to improve. Continues to see black actresses for the emotion, intensity and talent they bring to the game and will continue to bring to Hollywood.
Lupita Nyong’o has sojourned to her truth.  Her belief that she is beautiful, that she is talented has led her here. Her role as a new actress is temporary. She has now reached a goal that will lead her towards superstardom.  I look forward to seeing what the future holds for this Kenyan actress.   
Mari e laipe!
See you soon!
S-
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Monday, September 23, 2013

BEAUTY OF WORDS


Ek'abo Ebi! (Welcome Family!)
The alphabet, twenty-six characters in all. Letters used to create the symphony of sounds that are brought together to give us WORDS.
When we gather those words together in a specific order we get sentences. And with those sentences, we create paragraphs. Using those paragraphs we begin to spin a tale.  And through that tale we find ways educate, enlighten and/or entertain. J
When you write, you manipulate words and bend them to your will.  You create a picture with words just as you create a picture through art.  This is where the beauty of words comes in. Some people are ridiculously skilled when it comes to the art of writing.  So much so, that these people, these “authors” actually get paid for it! LOL!  They twist, direct and finally position their words.  And once they are done, they are able to express emotions, describe places, help the deaf hear and the blind to see. This is a goal that writers strive for everyday!
When you write, do you truly appreciate how much power a word can have? Words like hate, love, fear; they are all capable of cutting you deeper than a knife and yet we use them in some shape or form each day.  Words are fearsome things and I have the greatest respect for them.  Just as I am mindful of what I say to another, I’m mindful of how I express myself to the world.
Words can start a romance, get you a job or even destroy your reputation.  Have you ever read a historical novel where the villain of the story starts a rumor and suddenly the main character has been shunned from the ton and society? Now he is destitute and stripped of his fortune. And he is looked upon as an outcast; barely tolerated by those whom he once called friends. Pitiful. LOL.
Let us not forget those amusing stories in the newspaper; where politicians find themselves in uncomfortable situations due to their poor choice of words.  One letter, one word, one sentence and  they’ve managed to offend a person, organization or even a community. Now they are backpedaling, trying (with no success) to repair what’s broken. All they can do is standby and watch as their political aspirations circle the drain.
If you are not proud of the prose you’ve created thus far, you should be.  You have crafted art through words.  You have allowed others to see the world through your eyes. And your journey like my own is not finished. When you re-read your story for the hundredth time, really look at it and tell me what you see.  Do you see the beauty in your words, as I have seen it in mine?  If so, drop me a line and share your thoughts!
Mari e laipe!
See you soon!
S-