From Scratch

From Scratch

you melted pieces of ivory

added in bolts of steel

used those to mold

my bones

stacked and snapped

them into place

so that i may stand firm

built my muscles

of bulletproof glass

and stained them with

a mixture of raindrops

powdered rubies

and a spoon of honey

all sparked by a lightning bolt

so that i may contain

the beauty of a storm

wrapped in my veins

you combined golden glitter,

smooth cocoa,

and brown sugar

to construct my skin

on top my head

you gave me the hair

of a goddess, dark spirals

painted wild and unruly

i am magic filled

because you built me

from scratch.

- Kadisha Kentish

Common, Mary, and Kendrick told me to tell y'all...

"Come close to me baby
Let your love hold you
I know this world is crazy
What's it without you"

and I mean that.

"When you know, we been hurt, been down before,
When my pride was low, lookin' at the world like, "where do we go,?
And we hate Popo, wanna kill us dead in the street for sure,
I'm at the preacher's door
My knees gettin' weak and my gun might blow but we gon' be alright"

and I mean that.

Self love is the best love!

So, my friends and I made a hilarious parody video of some of our favorite 90s artists and songs. Check it out on YouTube below. We received a lot of positive feedback and got a lot of views and shares on Facebook, 3.8k views and 77 shares. Check the Facebook post out below. Please continue to share and support. We appreciate it.
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10207646411937740&id=1214841111

However, we also received a lot of negative feedback. I have no idea how this blog found our picture lol, but they did. My friend tagged me in it on Instagram and the comments were very ugly. A lot of the group names that people came up with likened us to thieves, "thots", stated that we had STDs, usedpublic assistance and the list goes on.

1) We're not from Alabama!

2) We understood that we would be subjected to public scrutiny and in part, we welcomed that. Our wigs, glasses and clothes were deliberately chosen to get a reaction from people. We wanted to liken our appearance as much as possible to the women and era that we all know and love.

3) We also understand that the nature of that particular blog is that of ridicule, shame and bullying. Many of the posts on their Instagram to stir controversy and gossip. Fine.

4) What struck me is that, many of the names that people came up with weren't because of the wigs or glasses or clothes but because we were black. Even worst, they were coming from other black people. Here's an excerpt from what I commented on my social media account:

 "I could understand scrutinizing our wigs, we meant for it to be funny but to associate us with thieves, "thots", stds, public assistance, etc. just based off of our appearance and largely because we are black, is something else, a deeper, rooted issue within the black community. This is one of the things that black women, no matter your level of success, education , economic status, no matter your appearance, are subjected to. It's not just jokes. These are ideas and micro aggressions that literally has the ability to dictate how someone else would treat us. I encourage all of us, but especially black people to stop policing ourselves and eachother. Stop insulting eachother with stereotypical, racist driven ideas. Continue to support one another and uplift eachother. Lastly, share this video because we're trying to meet Oprah and em'. Thanks for all the love thus far guys."

If this is how we see ourselves and each other, we have deeper issues and one cannot simply disregard it by saying, "its just a joke". Because, it is not. Beliefs and how one thinks ultimately dictate their actions. If one feels that black women or black skin represents thievery, worthlessness, promiscuity, etc. then black women, regardless of our status, will be treated as such blatantly and inadvertently. And I say inadvertently because its already part of a lot of peoples subconscious to treat people of darker hue that way.

If you SIMPLY SEE a black child and think "this child is bad", there's something wrong.

If this child hurts himself and you are less likely to help this child or offer comfort, something is wrong.

If you SIMPLY SEE a black man and your heart beats fast and you want to avoid his whole being, there's something wrong.

If you SIMPLY SEE a black woman and assume she is on welfare, has many children and is a thot, something is wrong.

No one would know, from that one snapshot or from that video that we were college educated women. No one would know that none of us have children. No one could know if we were dating. No one would know of our academic and personal achievements. NO ONE WOULD KNOW.

But the thing is, I didn't and shouldn't feel as though I EVEN NEED to use these accolades as  justification to be treated better or better regarded because regardless, if we had children or not,  if we're "free" with our body or not, if we're unemployed or not, it DOES NOT excuse the stereotypical, racist ideologies that were tacked to us from that one picture. If we fit the stereotypes, we still shouldn't be treated as less then.

I see that we still see ourselves through the eyes of the oppressor. I see that we still have issues with treating each other with respect, love and admiration. I see that we still have issues with protecting each other. I see that we still have issues.

Black people but black women especially, are constantly bombarded with messages and actions exclaiming that we are not worth it, we are less then, we ain't shit. We are always compared to other women and given "advice" on what to do better. On top of the daily stresses of the world, we cant even be black in peace.

The last part of my message was to encourage each other,

Black men and women, lets continue to respect each other in our entirety.

Stop policing ourselves and each other. Be who you are the best way you know while continuing to strive for growth and healing.

Stop insulting eachother with stereotypical, racist driven ideas. because these ideas become action and insult on ourselves and others who look like us.

Continue to support one another and uplift each other. We need love, healing and support. Self love is the best love and in loving yourself and your black skin, kinky hair, full lips, beautiful figure, smooth swag and deep rich history, we love each other.

Lastly, love us by supporting this video because we trying to meet Oprah and Em'.

Until next time. Peace and Love.

 

 

Bob Marley Said...

My people perish because they're unable to love what they see in the mirror and love what and where they came from. Make an effort, every day to love yourselves and one another.  We spend so much time hurting ourselves and each other for should'ves, would'ves, and could've's. We let many demons in our mind, heart and soul and they stay there, sometimes for a lifetime, oftentimes because we think we aren't worthy.  You are deserving of love. You are deserving of forgiveness. You are deserving of happiness. You are deserving of care. You are deserving of positivity. You are deserving of passion. You are deserving of all of these things and more. We've risen through the darkest times and made it through the worst of times. We are a culmination of what was, a staple of what is and a promise of what is to be. We are divine. We are worthy. We are Lovely.

- Lada.

#BlackLove

I wanted to document Black Love separately. Black Love, to me, is the love shared amongst Black people from ourselves and to ourselves. Black Love is rarely celebrated in American society. According to media and popular social networks, Black people don’t love each other and we don't love ourselves. We don’t value each other. It isn't unusual to see memes or depictions of Black men and women pitted against each other over child support issues and domestic abuse. It isn't unusual to see Black men lust for women of different races and ethnicities as they downplay Black women. It isn't unusual to see a Black woman desire a man of a different race or ethnicity so that their child will have more manageable hair and desired features. It isn't unusual for us to berate each other over our names and identities, often calling each other ghetto, thots, uncle toms, coons, hoes, bitches, sluts, etc. We are constantly bombarded with images of broken homes and encouraged not to express our feelings within ourselves and for each other, unless wanting to be deemed weak. When we do celebrate ourselves and acknowledge our accomplishments with hashtags such as #Blacklivesmatter, #Blackgirlmagic, #blackisbeautiful, we are met with anger and deemed "racist". Mainstream music suggests black women are only good if they have huge breast and fat asses. We're only valuable if we can carry out sexual favors. Black men, too, are victims of only being regarded for sexual favors and are commonly used for sexual exploitation in certain realms of entertainment. Rape, molestation and misogyny are also culprits of hindering Black Love. Lack of self worth is a hindrance to Black Love.  Lack of self love is a hindrance to Black love. Poverty is a hindrance to Black Love. Depression is a hindrance to Black Love. Suicide is a hindrance to Black Love. Jealousy is a hindrance to Black Love. Mass incarceration is a hindrance to Black Love.  Pride and ego is a hindrance to Black Love. Media suggest Black women aren't worthy of commitment but we are worthy of being playgrounds and breeding grounds for others. It suggests that Black men are aggressive and cold hearted, only able to dedicate themselves to money, material possessions and multitudes of women.  Growing up, I saw few examples of Black Love myself as I was placed in foster care and my biological parents separated. Even cultural norms usually associated with Black people are deemed unprofessional or undesired. These things include braids, colorful nails, voluptuous figures and dark skin. All of which are desired, just not on Black people. So, when I hear about Black Love, it truly is magical for me. Black Love is revolutionary in the sense that, in the many years of separatism and purposeful violence committed against us, we have thrived and survived. Black Love is Unique. Black Love is resilient. Black Love is divine. Black love is important. I desire Black Love though I am aware that my soulmate (if he exists lol) can come in any body. Hearing these stories and seeing it makes it that much more believable to me and that much more attainable.  There is a constant attack on Black bodies from the outside world and amongst ourselves. That is my reality. So, when I see Black Love being cultivated, protected and thriving right in front of me, it is a sight to behold. 

_Lada