There aint nothing poetic about this blog simply because there aint nothing poetic about what i saw....as to not confuse you let me bring you up to speed. Today i felt the need to change my desktop background to match my current journey, i wanted to find a picture that represented my african feminine hearts strength and desired surrender to God, something serene and graceful and not dripping with hopelessness that is companion to so many of us, i wanted a picture that would clearly represent that i was now fed up and ready to kick the devils butt and become who i am meant to be, that of course is a whole other blog which i will journal as soon as i've figured out how to journey it.... Any who so there i was googling and came across a sight with alot of african art, alot of it was beautiful but then i ran across two pictures that rubbed my african self up the wrong way! We have forgotten our elegance and grace...
This aint us, this aint african beautiful, we have curves and grace and our own form of beauty, a wise friend of mine said if you judge a fish by its ability to climb trees it will live its whole life thinking it's stupid, we have lost our ability to appreciate our own beauty because we are accepting to be fish judged by our ability to climb, we swim and swim well, we need to unstraightin that hair and unflatten those hips, unrefine that accent and unlighten that skin, we need to love the true beauty that engulfs an african woman ...
"don't be hating on my hips, size twenty eight my curvatious toosh"
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