Hey Black Women,
What do you love/think is great about being a Black/Afrikan Woman?
(brothas can give their opinions too)

Awwww Keme...you do have it in you after all, don't you? :)

For starters, I love the way Black women move when they walk and use their hands and body when they talk. There's a rhythm and an air that commands attention.

I love to hear a Black woman laugh...it seems to come from somewhere deep within her far beyond her years.

I love how expressive Black women can be when they are deeply moved by something, especially music.

And Black women together in a group? Maaannn...talk about a sight to behold! Confidence and courage displayed like no other. Flare, eye appeal and perfume seems to take on a different aroma when she wears it....more intoxicating.

Good thread Mahogany.... ;)

I definitely like the fact that we age well. My Mother, Grandmoms and Aunts just get more beautiful with age.

Our beauty is varied and is envied by many other women. We see them try to obtain what we naturally have through plastic surgery and other means.

Our skin glistens in the summer sun. Our hairstyles are so varied. The sisterhood, when positive, can lift one up so you feel you can take on the world.

her inner beauty
again the facts of how she age
the sway in her walk
the message she give openly
the tone of her skin
i love the eye movement too they speak everytime
their are so many reason and why to name
all love of heart and her devotion to her self & mate & children
these are a few that captures me ............:heart:

Hands down…It’s our inner strength, that enables us to rise above the many struggles and social oppressions we face. While we possess supreme natural beauty, we are forced to defend it as well. It is my belief that it is inherently our inner strength. It was only the strongest of our ancestors that survived our painful history and we are direct descendants of them…the strongest.

So, while society would paint a picture of a crassly sexual, materially grasping, verbally vulgar harpy “black woman” we still manage to hold our heads up and continue on. Educating and elevating ourselves and our children sometimes without the very man that God ordained for us…this is the epitome of beauty to me.

Inner strength that allows us to “Rise”.

Wow! Well said angelicsage.

Well stated Angelicsage!!!

Originally posted by angelicsage
Hands down…It’s our inner strength, that enables us to rise above the many struggles and social oppressions we face. While we possess supreme natural beauty, we are forced to defend it as well. It is my belief that it is inherently our inner strength. It was only the strongest of our ancestors that survived our painful history and we are direct descendants of them…the strongest.

So, while society would paint a picture of a crassly sexual, materially grasping, verbally vulgar harpy “black woman” we still manage to hold our heads up and continue on. Educating and elevating ourselves and our children sometimes without the very man that God ordained for us…this is the epitome of beauty to me.

Inner strength that allows us to “Rise”.


Right On!!!

Ditto on angelicsage :)

the natural abundance of the earth suggests that the black woman is divine, since all life proceeds from her. the black woman was the 1st gardener. the black woman as nourisher ntroduced agriculture. her xperience n producing life, could best evoke the seed 2 sprout & flower. she provided 4 her family as food gatherer. using her knowledge of herbs, they were the 1st practitioners of medicine.

n addition 2 providing food the black woman created weaving, 4 our warmth & protection. the patching of old baskets, w clay led 2 the making of pottery. 4 the black women every aspect of daily domestic routine was considered holy & had some ritual intent.

co-sign with soul doctor.

The things I love about black women are... well... all of the above.

We have the skin tone that no tanning salon can match.
We have the most profound strength; in fact, the Queen of all strength- the strength that nursed our souls after being plagued by the whip, the same strength that guided us through slavery, the same strength that lived in those death-boats that slid across the middle passage, the same strength that society has repeatedly tried to dethrone, that strength that society cannot de-throne.

We have the skin tone that no tanning salon can match; the skin tone made under the sun and maintained by the sun since the start of human-kind, since the first man and woman stepped out of the cradle of life (located deep in Africa).
We have the most remarkable types of women, and types of beauty, and beautiful smiles. Look at the smiles of Africa, a place absent of Colgate- don’t we still have the most perfect smiles? And aren't those smiles twice as perfect because they are persistently smiling in the face of starvation, in the face of every disease? Look at the strong melanistic women of your neighborhoods; thick and thin, tall and short- aren't we all different , but yet still beautiful in our different ways.

I love the way black women remain black women. I see the way society has tried to change us into what it wants us to be; and I constantly fall in love with the way black women ignore all the propaganda, and remain true to who we are.
I love the way black women protest. The way our voice gracefully raises, commands attention and respect, then elegantly gets the point across.
I love the way black women age ever so gracefully, on the outside; and age so rapidly internally, meaning our minds are developed and matured years beyond what we look.

The things I love about black women are... well... all of the above.

We have the skin tone that no tanning salon can match.
We have the most profound strength; in fact, the Queen of all strength- the strength that nursed our souls after being plagued by the whip, the same strength that guided us through slavery, the same strength that lived in those death-boats that slid across the middle passage, the same strength that society has repeatedly tried to dethrone, that strength that society cannot de-throne.

We have the skin tone that no tanning salon can match; the skin tone made under the sun and maintained by the sun since the start of human-kind, since the first man and woman stepped out of the cradle of life (located deep in Africa).
We have the most remarkable types of women, and types of beauty, and beautiful smiles. Look at the smiles of Africa, a place absent of Colgate- don’t we still have the most perfect smiles? And aren't those smiles twice as perfect because they are persistently smiling in the face of starvation, in the face of every disease? Look at the strong melanistic women of your neighborhoods; thick and thin, tall and short- aren't we all different , but yet still beautiful in our different ways.

I love the way black women remain black women. I see the way society has tried to change us into what it wants us to be; and I constantly fall in love with the way black women ignore all the propaganda, and remain true to who we are.
I love the way black women protest. The way our voice gracefully raises, commands attention and respect, then elegantly gets the point across.
I love the way black women age ever so gracefully, on the outside; and age so rapidly internally, meaning our minds are developed and matured years beyond what we look.

Melanistic, your view of Black women is certainly one to make a sister feel proud and very regal. This description is one that reveals your romantic and idealistic views and I don't want you to think this is a criticism of that. But I do think it's important to caution us to not lose sight of our reality either because, sadly, not ALL Black women fit this description. I'm optimistic though, because I want to believe that the great majority of us do.

I'm not trying to destroy your beliefs or bash my sisters but isn't it possible that some Black women do "fall" for the propaganda and don't remain true to who they are? Haven't you ever seen examples of Black women going to great extremes to look like and become someone else? I have. I would hardly say that many of our African sisters living on the Continent are smiling in the face of the devastating diseases brought to their doorstep by our oppressors. How could anyone smile as they watch their loved ones die in great numbers, witness entire populations die, and eventually fall victim to these diseases themselves?

Yes, my sisters are strong and they are all beautiful in my eyes--both physical and spiritual--but we are still human and with that, we come in many forms, not always remaining true to who we are and losing sight of all the possibilities of who we could be. Some of us give up our birthright willingly to conform to someone else's worldview. I love my sisters nonetheless, because without the ones with the lost souls how could the sister warriors ever discover their true strength, power and calling? Because of other's weaknesses she finds her critical need to help her people survive and press forward in our struggle.

I think too another reason that both of these types of sisters are important to our struggle is because they help us to make choices--thank goodness we're not all the same. I find it unfortunate that the media, including material such as Jet and Ebony, etc., focus more on the 'assimilated' sister these days and seldom pay tribute to sisters fighting in the struggle. Body parts of the Black woman are now commercialized and being exploited and some of our sisters find this flattering because something that comes natural to them has to be purchased by others who don't have these features. Have you looked at who mostly graces the covers of these magazines lately? Maybe this doesn't bother other Black women, but it's a little pet peeve of mine that I could go on an on about but I'll step off my soapbox.

So I don't subscribe to the notion that, "once Black, always Black." When one loses their consciousness, what does one then become?

Warrior Sisters unite and consider it your obligation and duty to continue the legacy of our people; we are the ones who should grab the freedom torch, raise it high and light the way for our people and help lead them with our Warrior Brothers to our rightful destination.

Ok, I'm done...for now! :jumping:

My friend Nesochi read your thread and wanted to respond . . .
How could we smile?
My mother is an international diplomat because of her occupation I have seen much of the world, especially the many nations of Africa (I myself was born in Nigeria). As most of the world knows Africa is plagued by the AIDES virus, tytse flies, the west Nile virus, malaria, starvation, and there are many others. Though many of us Africans are effected by one pestilence or another, we are not ruined. When I told Roslyn (melanistic) why I believe we still smile, (she smiled) and agreed with me. We still smile because our bodies are afflicted, not our souls. What ever doesn’t kill us, does make up stronger. So as the disease or virus eats away at our lives we grow in strength from each day that we survive. We smile because we are still alive, still so very blessed with the opportunity to just live. To Africans, well in my opinion - the gift of life is too precious to waste away in despair. Although the life may be lived in struggle, despair, or pain’ each day is still a blessing. When so many of your brothers and sisters are losing their lives on a daily basis each moment, minute, second is precious enough to smile about. My dying cousin Bene smiled each day because he knows that life is only part one; he thought that counting his blessings instead of his plights was another way of making sure he had a better place to go to. God’s Heaven. This is what I Love about black people in general.. In the mist of struggle we find happiness.

Melanistic, thank your friend for sharing their experiences with us. I didn't know whether to feel proud or upset. I guess it's a positive thing to know that, in spite of our struggles and burdens, many of our African brothers and sisters are able to oversee the flesh and still find beauty and purpose in life itself, and to look forward to an after-life.

What is it that makes us so 'special' that way that people can dog us, kick us when we're down, spit on us, kill us...and we can still smile?. We have been beaten, murdered, raped, sold, experimented on, alienated and disenfranchised, watch our families destroyed, been starved, dehumanized, and plagued with foreign diseases that kill us and we can still find something to smile and rejoice about. I've read stories where white slavemasters thought we were the most pliable people because even though animals were treated better and thoughts of ever being free again were taken away from us, we would still find something to laugh about, dance and sing about. I guess this is what is meant by, make the best of the worst and don't complain.

Maybe I'm different, but for some reason I want to do more than just smile if I had AIDS, or was starving and watching my people die around me while those that brought me that disease and caused my condition are living large and getting fat. When I'm being treated wrong, I want to fight back. I don't want to try and count my blessings because I believe the blessings I have are too many to count. I've heard the saying, "whatever won't kill us, will make us stronger." That may be true, but I also believe that there are things that could kill us that can make us stronger too. I don't believe in pity parties so no, don't just dwell on your condition or plight and sit there and smile about it. Is it natural for us to only do that? I'm a fighter and if something or someone is trying to take me or my people out, snuff out our lives before their natural time, I'm not going quietly.

Turn the other cheek? Non-violent movement? Pacifism? If this is how we are supposed to be, then I have a whole lot of work to do. My people are gifted and there's much still that I need to learn. Thank you for showing me a different perspective.

Peace!

black women are the most spirtually engage'n women on the face of this earth

they are also the strongest women on this earth

and the most beautiful...

peace
khasm

Its to my understanding that Black woman
Are Gods gifts to the world
So beautiful are we
In all we do
From the way we speak
To the way we walk
From the look in our eyes
We get when we're taught
We are beautiful because God
Created us in His image
So we could try to be like Him
So to my understanding
Black Woman are Beautiful
And will always be beautiful

Aside from what everyone else has said. I love how Beautiful our skin is- a smooth, creamy texture. I love the depth and strength that we possess,the strong aura that we give off.The way our eyes are shaped - whether big or small. Our shapely bodies,strong and vivacious. But one of the things I absolutely Love about Black Women and being a Black Woman, is our sense of Humor!. We are natural Comedians, and don't get us around our Family members - shoot! it's a sight to behold!!!

I LOVE being a Black Woman, all day, everyday!!!

:grouphug: I love the way we come together and support each other when times are tough.

her eyes tell a thousand tales,
her truth defeats the lies of many,
her smile speaks more then a thousand words,
she dances with the sun and plays with the moon,
she's victorious in all aspects of life,
her surroundings are always inviting,
her very aura is the art of foundation.

she's blessed by the gods,
and kissed on her feet by the stars,
she honours her mother and father
and stands for her brother,
her voice's sweet music
can be heard from afar.
her walk leaves footprints of her ancestors,
she holds conversations of intellegence...

SHE IS.... A BLACK WOMAN.

basically, i love everything about being a black woman. it makes me proud to know i'm part of such a strong sistahood bond...
i love all of you guys!!!! :hearts2: :hearts2: :hearts2: :hearts2: