The standard of beauty….. ahhhhh…..don’t you just love talking about it? I’m like literally itching to get this out on paper (I’m not literally itching but the point was made wasn’t it?)
I’m thinking of all the ways people of color have been oppressed, mentally and physically and recollect history lessons, particularly about African Americans who were made to feel inferior. No, they weren’t made to feel inferior. They were. Still are. Not because of their actual inferiority but because of a legal system that made it so. And after that legal system was attacked and dismantled (see Brown v. Board of Education, Loving v. Virginia, the Civil Rights Act of 1964 just to get your feet wet) white privilege still exists, but that’s a topic for another day.
The programs we watch on television, pages we flip in magazines, and all forms of media entering our easily manipulated psyches portray images that so easily and obviously translate as “white is smarter, prettier, and all-around better” and juxtaposes those images with mug shots, dancing, and sport playing that translate into “black is criminal, unattractive, and only good at these few things.”
Heavy ish for a Friday morning huh? Yes, I know but not as heavy as the conversations moms all across the country have to have with their daughters like,
If you must have weave, can it at least be something with a little texture? I would love to get out of these Indian women’s heads.
A nose job? I’m not Kris Jenner and you, boo boo, are not Kim Kardashian. *walks away muttering something about Ray-J and that girl nasty and Kardashians ruining the whole d*** world*
Your lips and nose do go together. I don’t even know what you mean when you say they don’t. Both are big. Perfect match!
No baby, mommy is not ready to put a perm in your hair. I think your hair is so pretty the way it is right now, and we will wait until you’re a teenager before I let you start making semi-permanent decisions about it.
You want contacts? But your vision is fine isn’t it? Color contacts? Just for the color, not because you need help seeing? Michael, come talk to your daughter because she done lost her mind and you know how I feel about talking to the mindless.
So this is an ode to your beauty, black girl. Your undeniable, acutally-sets-the-standard-for-beauty, African-features-on-blast, you-didn’t-wake-up-this-way, hundreds-of-generations-of-blackness-made-you-this-way beauty.
Fi fi fo fum
Everybody wants to get them some
Of her chocolate caramel cocoa nutmeg
She’s something like a multi-layered, every shade of black and brown pastry
It’s so good
It’s alluring and exciting
I get riled up just writing
Her wide nose
Her fat lips
Her dark eyes that don’t lie
And tell a story of a thousand years
She’s been revered
She’s been hated
She’s been sick and tired of being sick and tired
But she can take it
Those skinny legs and that strong back
You can’t break it
Cuz it’s built strong
She got a Levi’s body
And she’s Ford tough
She’s down to ride
Her hips this wide
Or she’s on the light side
With freckles and green eyes
And hair that lays down on her temples
My God, she treasures her temple
Her personal sanctuary
Her most treasured refuge
And from her face beams a light that’s dim
But you know it’s there
She’s her grandma’s brow bone
And her mother’s hard stare
You see Ethiopia and Brazil
She’s coffee and a carnival
Be a carnivore. And eat her up.
She’s just that good.
That black girl is undeniably beautiful