I haven’t posted in a while but felt the need to share this by my blogging friend Tikeetha. Please take a moment to read the heartfelt words of a beautiful black woman.
Can we talk?
Can we truly talk about the elephant in the room that you never want to talk about?
Let’s talk about race.
I’m a woman.
Two indisputable facts that you may have noticed.
I’m a mother.
To a son.
He’s the light of my life.
He’s my Munch.
He’s also black.
Why do I keep mentioning color? Because I need you to see and acknowledge the rich hues in my skin tone. I need you to see my melanin and know that I am black. Can you see the warm coffee colored hues of my skin tone just radiating? Yes?
I’m black. A beautiful black woman who shares a rich history in this country. My ancestors were kings and queens, slaves and sharecroppers. I know this. Many of you know this. But, I need you to stop acting like I’m supposed to forget…
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