I have the pleasure to work with and teach some really interesting students, and a few of them always send me interesting readings, by e-mail. I would like to share some of them here.
Heather and Kimani, both seniors at Knoxville College always send me provocative and interesting readings. This obituary that Heather sent me was particularly moving. While I know, thank the Lord, that it is not entirely true, it does provide us with quite an interesting perspective of ourselves as black women. And I celebrate the fact that many of us are "still here."
August 15, 1999, at 11:55 p.m., while struggling with
reality of being a human instead of a myth,
strong black woman passed away.
sources say she died of natural causes,
those who knew her know she died from being silent
she should have been screaming,
when she should have been raging,
being sick and not wanting anyone to know
her pain might inconvenience them.
died from an overdose of other people clinging to her
she didn't even have energy for herself.
died from loving men who didn't love themselves
could only offer her a crippled reflection.
died from raising children alone and
not being able to do a complete job.
died from the lies her grandmother told her mother and
mother told her about life, men & racism.
died from being sexually abused as a child and
to take that truth everywhere she went
day of her life,
the humiliation for guilt and back again.
died from being battered by someone
claimed to love her and she allowed the battering
go on to show she loved him too.
died from asphyxiation, coughing up blood from
she kept trying to burn away
of allowing herself the kind of
breakdown she was entitled to,
only white girls could afford.
died from being responsible,
she was the last rung on the ladder and
was no one under her she could dump on.
strong black woman is dead.
died from the multiple births of children she never
wanted but was forced to have
the strangling morality of those around her.
died from being a mother at 15 and a grandmother
30 and an ancestor at 45.
died from being dragged down and sat upon by
women posing as sisters.
died from pretending the life she was living
a Kodak moment instead of a 20th century,
died from tolerating Mr.Pitiful,
to have a man around the house.
died from lack of orgasms because she
learned what made her body happy
no one took the time to teach her and sometimes,
she found arms that were tender,
died because they belonged to the same gender.
died from sacrificing herself for everybody and
when what she really wanted to do was be a
a dancer, or some magnificent other.
died from lies of omission because
didn't want to bring the black man down.
died from race memories of being
and raped and snatched and sold and
and bred and snatched and whipped and
and worked to death.
died from tributes from her counterparts who should
been matching her efforts instead of showering her
dead words and empty songs.
died from myths that would not allow her to
weakness without being
by the lazy and hazy.
died from hiding her real feelings
they became hard and bitter enough to invade her
and breasts like angry tumors.
died from always lifting something from
boxes to refrigerators.
strong black woman is dead.
died from the punishments received from
honest about life, racism & men.
died from being called a b....ch for being verbal,
dyke for being assertive and a
for picking her own lovers.
died from never being enough of what men wanted,
being too much for the men she wanted.
died from being too black and died again
not being black enough.
died from castration everytime somebody thought of her
only a woman, or treated her like less than a man.
died from being misinformed about her mind,
body & the extent of her royal capabilities.
died from knees pressed too close together
respect was never part of the foreplay
was being shoved at her.
died from loneliness in birthing rooms and
in abortion centers.
died of shock in courtrooms where she sat,
watching her children being legally lynched.
died in bathrooms with her veins busting open with
died in her mind, fighting life racism, & men,
her body was carted away and
in a human warehouse for the spiritually mutilated.
sometimes when she refused to die,
she just refused to give in,
was killed by the lethal images of blonde hair,
eyes and flat butts, rejected by the
the Quincy's, & the Poitiers.
she was stomped to death by racism & sexism,
by hi-tech ignorance while she carried
family in her belly, the community on her head,
the race on her back!
strong silent, talking black woman is dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
is she still alive and kicking??????????????
know I am still here.!!!
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