BOUT A WEEK AGO
A WEEK AGO
A WEEK AGO
A WEEK AGO
bout to delete my tumblr this post was too godly im not worthy
When little black girls, especially little black dark skin girls, enter this world it is very clear, the rules are made very aware, who is beautiful, and valued, and who is not. Simply because we are black, simply because we are not white, we are deemed inferior, unintelligent, and ugly.
You would rather paint your white women brown, then dare allow a black woman exist and be deemed as beautiful. It is not our place to be called beautiful unless there is a catch, unless there is an asterisk. “You’re pretty!*”
*for a black girl
You will spend money tanning, but call black women monkeys and ‘dirty’, our hair styles are ghetto, till your magazine has a step by step tutorial on how to achieve the same look, so it’s not ghetto, it’s just ghetto on us. It ‘works’ on you.
We are taught certain rules when we are young, ‘You look so much prettier with straight hair!’ ‘Oh, thank god she light skin,’ ‘Don’t stay out in the sun you’ll look burnt,’ ‘Yeah but that hair isn’t professional-‘
We are taught to hide, to assimilate, to be close to whiteness because whiteness is acceptable and we are not. We get these rules as children. So to grow up, learning and adapting to these rules, and then seeing white people praised for stealing our culture, our dress,
if a photo of us dressed like that appeared on the news, people would say any injustice we faced, was deserved, ‘look at them, dressed like that.’
But you can wear it, freely, without judgement, without risk. No one would say you deserved to die. No one would give your killer half of a million dollars, as basically a congratulations, a pat on the back, for murdering you.
Just our natural being is a threat to you, we are born villains to you. We possess this great threat, but at the same time, you look down on us, expect us to be stupid, low class, dirty… we are not on your level, you still see us as your servants in your culture, but pretend to be the gods in ours.
It’s confusing. It’s confusing to be a black woman, to be made a joke, and all the punch lines, our hair, skin tone, lips, body… you try to imitate, but it’s not that, it isn’t, it’s our very existence that’s a joke to you. And if you are white, and reading this, and offended,
Fuck you, fuck your whole ancestry line, and fuck your future generations.
top image from here
the sad moment when you realize you only have 1 maybe 2 true friends
this a happy moment for me
i prefer a small, tight, close circle
i have a bunch of acquaintances
but true friendship is unique
and i appreciate the few people that i have this special relationship with
Im ok with having only a few friends. Less drama for me.
You talk mad shit about white people being racist but when was the last time you even experienced 'racism'?
'Meet the Generation of Incredible Native American Women Fighting to Preserve Their Culture' via Marie Claire
when two of your friends get into an argument and they both try to drag you in for support and you’re like
bless them for letting baby girl keep her heritage
I peep them braids and that dress
I was just thinking this. She actually takes the children back to visit their family in their home country and they study about their own cultures. She isn’t one of those white people trying to assimilate her non-white children.
She doesn’t use her kids as props and accessories, and she loves and cherishes them all equally it looks like.
Not to mention how she lets John (Shiloh prefers to be called John) dress and act how they like
Also, I’m pretty sure her wedding dress has her kids’ drawings on it, which is just unbelievably adorable.
it does have her kids drawings on it, they also helped to write the vows and Maddox the eldest boy made the cake with his friends, which is probably why he looks so nervous in the picture of them cutting it.
Every single thing I hear about this wedding makes me so happy even though they’re complete strangers to me because it just seems so joyful.
I remember reading a while ago that when they hire nannies, they have a nanny from each child’s country of origin, who is fluent in their country’s native language, and can teach not just the individual child but the whole family about that country and culture. It’s really incredible how non-assimilative they’ve made their household.
I had a friend who said there were no black people on tumblr.
Reblog this post so we can find each other, follow each other and create a network of black tumblrians!
why does this not have more notes!!!
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