Friday, April 8, 2011

Four (4) Women Final Story

Four
(4)
Women
Antoinette “Netta” Thomas
Period 2
Creative Writing
Preview
Like Black Women Love
Wait.
I'm gonna love you like black women
love their men. Thick-lipped words
of encouragement will breathe icy cold
on heated epitaphs of venom-laced hatred.
My over-stuffed hips cache a resevoir
of strength. Like grandma's
hands I'll knead your worn-out pride
with kindred understanding.
I'm gonna love you like the whores
of masters loved the light of day.
Wait.
I'm gonna love you
like black women love themselves:
without reservation; strong.

 Ferida Thomas, Odara Stone, Uniquewa Smith, and Ramia Jones, each with different ethnicities and different backgrounds from different places with different personalities, but one thing that they all have in common, is that they are women. These four women that comes together throughout all of their differences and stand together as strong women and their names has something to deal with their problem which is that they are beautiful strong women.
            “You don’t have to do this Ferida. You can still have a better life without trying to do this!”
            “But I don’t think I have a choice.”
            “Yes you do, please don’t do this. We love you and there are other people that love you for you.”
            “It’s too late for me to turn back.”
            “No it’s not too late! What are you talking about?”
            Ferida had tears rolling down her eyes and she looked down at the water that was going to take her life.
            “I love you guys so much!”          
            Ferida starts to fall off and her friends run up to her and try to catch her but it was too late. Ferida starts to fall towards the water quicker than she expected and was ready for her death to come. Her body hits the water and floats in the water and slowly dies while she’s in the water. Odara, Uniquewa and Ramia looks down and starts to cry when they see that she is dead and is no longer alive.

The Strong Black Woman Has Died
While struggling with the Reality of being a Human

instead of a myth, the Strong Black Woman passed away.

Medical sources say she died of natural causes,

but those who knew her know she died from

being Silent when she should have been

Screaming, Smiling when she should

have been Raging, from being sick

and not wanting anyone to know

because Her Pain might

inconvenience them.

She Died from an overdose of other people

clinging to Her when she

didn't even have

Energy for Herself.

She Died from Loving Men who didn't

Love themselves and could only

offer her a crippled reflection.

She Died from raising Children Alone.

She Died from the Lies her Grandmother

told her Mother and her Mother told

her about Life, Men & Racism.

She Died from being sexually abused as

a child and having to take that Truth

everywhere she went every day of

Her Life, exchanging the

humiliation for guilt

and back again.

She Died from asphyxiation, coughing up

blood from Secrets she kept trying to

burn away instead of allowing

Herself the kind of nervous

breakdown she was

entitled to.

She Died from being Responsible, because

She was the last rung on the ladder and

there was no one under her She

could dump on.

The Strong Black

Woman Is Dead.

She Died from being a Mother at 15

and a Grandmother at 30 and an

Ancestor at 45.

She Died from being dragged down and

sat upon by un-evolved Women posing

as Sisters and Friends.

She Died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful,

JUST to have a Man around the house.

She Died from sacrificing Herself for

Everybody and Everything when

what She really wanted to do

was be a Singer, a Dancer,

or some Magnificent other.

She Died from Lies of omission because

She didn't want to bring the

Black Man down.

She Died from Tributes from her counterparts

who should have been matching Her Efforts

instead of showering her with dead words

and empty songs.

She Died from Myths that would not allow

Her to show Weakness without being

chastised by the Lazy and Hazy.

She Died from hiding her Real Feelings

until they became Hard and Bitter

enough to invade Her womb and

breasts like angry tumors.

She Died from always lifting something

from heavy boxes to refrigerators

All By Herself.

The Strong Black Woman Is Dead.

She Died from never being Enough of what

Men Wanted, or being Too much for the

Men She Wanted.

She Died from Being too Black and

Died again for not Being

Black enough.

She Died from being Misinformed about her

Mind, her Body & the extent of her

Royal capabilities.

She Died from knees pressed too close together

because Respect was never part of the

foreplay that was being shoved at Her.

She Died from Loneliness in Birthing rooms

and Aloneness in Abortion centers.

She Died in bathrooms with Her veins busting

open with Self-Hatred and Neglect.

And Sometimes when She Refused to die,

when She just Refused to give in, She

was Killed by the lethal images of

blonde hair, blue eyes, being

rejected by the OJ.'s, the

Quincy's, the Cuba's,

& the Kobe's.

Sometimes, She was stomped to Death by

Racism & Sexism, Executed by Hi-Tech

ignorance while She carried the

Family in her belly, the

Community on her

head, and the

Race on her

back!

The Strong Black Woman Is Dead!

Or Is She?

I KNOW I'M NOT!!

Pass this on to all the Strong Black

Women that you Love, Respect,

and Admire!

And the Black Men who care.

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