May I ask a question?

Black. Brown. Caramel. Fair. Light-Skinned. Dark-Skinned. Olive. Red. Yellow. White....all shades or 'definitions' that describe a woman of color.

Often times, I think why and how we(as black women) are characterized under one specific color. Women of color vary in size, shape, mentality,culture, and of course, color. Why is it that we have a love/hate relationship with one another?


Facts have proven that we do disregard "our" men dating or having relations with women that are not of color. So why do we criticize and demean each other, as if we were foreign enemies? Or under a foreign policy that limits us to communicate and embrace our uniqueness?

Soliloquy of Pure Air

Wide open spaces,
there's some I've seen, the clear cold air brushing against my
face,
breath in and out,
the trees don't tumble or crack,
freedom is what the leaves sing, they dance in the nights darkness awaiting for their prayer, sing,

dance is like the dirt's theme to praise out when the wind touches their surface,

wide open space is what you're giving me, wide open spaces is all I feel,
loving
the breeze as it wisps away all the thought of the day, silence is what's said,

darkness is shone through the light of the dark that creeps up beside you,
night
and day is always in the wide open spaces.



*lashele