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.
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.
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.
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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