Circa Soul: An Ode to the Black Woman

It happened somewhere around brown skin...

What do I know about a Black girl?

I know she doesn’t get enough credit for all the battles she’s fought and won.

I know that her heart pangs for deep love that will cover every rejection she’s ever felt in her life.

What do I know about a Black woman?

I know she’s always fighting to be heard. Which makes her voice grow louder and your ear deafer.

I know that no matter her struggle she will find a way to survive.

The Black woman’s love is so rich it’s impossible to put a price on it. Maybe this is the reason why she’s the least loved of all the female species.

It’s just something about a Black woman. Have you ever looked at her? I mean, really looked at her? Look past the imperfections you see (even though that is what really makes up her beauty). Look deep into her eyes. See her selflessness, often putting your needs before her wants. Oh??? You thought she tolerates your inconsistency because she enjoys it? Laughable.

Look at her smile. How it hides so much pain. But she pushes through for you. She pushes through for her children. She pushes through for the Black man even though he can’t recognize it. She pushes through to strengthen the Black man even though he sees it as being too strong.

She doesn’t want to exist without…

Let me tap into my womanhood. *Clears my throat* *Taps mic* Excuse me, is this thing on?

I don’t want to explain myself any longer. You know who I am. You know who I be.

Look at me. I’m not being arrogant. I don’t have my nose in the air. I’m not difficult. I’m just walking in the glory of who God made me to be. I’m sorry if that intimidates you.

Wow, so now I don’t have a right to think highly of myself? Oh, so now because I choose to believe in me and not deny myself, oooooohhhhhhh, now I’m a problem? I laugh.

Look here. Do you see this crown on my head that the Lord blessed me with? LOL, you were looking for a jeweled, bedazzled crown? No, I’m talking about this distinctively coarse hair that my people was blessed with. Yeah, that’s a crown. I’m so sorry you mistook it for anything less than.

You see this big nose and these full lips on my face? Oh, that’s how the angels determine who the queens are in the room.

*Chuckles* I know, you’re mesmerized by these curves. I am too. God don’t want to hurt nobody’s feelings. But I believe he gave them to us to show Black men that they actually received the luxury version of the female form.

My sensuality cannot be compared. I see you looking. I look too when I pass by a mirror. When I look at my skin I’m amazed at the high quality, high value it holds. And it becomes more valuable the darker it gets. I have a style all my own. Stop jacking my style, you look out of place when you do it.

I have the ability to transform, transcend, and translate everything that is the essence of what queendom is. Check the facts, I am the first Queen.

Stop telling our men to negate our beauty. Stop telling our men they need a more submissive woman. Our men are Kings. Kings need Queens to help them build empires. You took their kingdoms away from them, so down the line they forgot. They forgot that we used to rule with them and not under them. We’ve been trying to help them remember that for centuries now.

Our prayers touch heaven in a way that moves God. We have healing love that is unmatched. We have the voices of great lionesses that speak with pride and authority. Stop trying to take that away from us.

What do I know about a Black woman?

I know she’s tired, but will not give up.

I know she’s put in a lot of work.

I know she’s talented and creative, and struggles to put a value on her worth.

I know she still carries the invisible stripes on her back.

I’m not trying to get a rise and response out of you. I’m trying to celebrate my sister. I’m trying to show her that I love her. I’m trying to uplift her. I’m sick of us fighting one another and not standing together. I’m sick of us not supporting one another and going hard for one another as we know we could.

I see my sisters. I love my sisters. I celebrate my sisters.

What do I know about a Black woman?

I know she’s deprived of love.

I know she’s waiting for someone to speak to her soul.

She’s saying, “Speak to my soul. You don’t get what I’m trying to say? I mean, speak to my soul. I don’t want to hear that same ole, same ole. Speak to my soul and be real with me.”

She’s seeking something that is bigger than herself. She knows she has more to offer than what she’s currently giving. She knows God has more for her to do – this may be why she often feels so unfulfilled. I know that about a Black woman.

She is desperately trying to express herself. She’s trying to tell you how she feels inside. Tell you things that she’s been going through. All her ups and downs. But you won’t listen. You’re so busy with your own agenda. She’s asking you to pencil her in for some attention.

The manifesto of the Black woman is a complicated one. Sometimes she feels like you really don’t know her. She often tries to tell you in the music she makes. Through poetic lyrics that often go over your head. The longing of her soul for love and attention, but the life she lives causes her to live by different rules. She continues to smile as if everything is OK.

Don’t worry I didn’t get off the mic. I am showing all the facets of the Black woman. She’s confident but vulnerable too. She is a potpourri of a being, too complex for you to even begin to understand…

Over the weekend, June 30th, I was able to be a part of the #100BLACKQUEENS of Chicago Event hosted by Kim Tyler of Endure Charities Inc. NFP at Harold Washington Cultural Center. I was a positive event highlighting women in the Chicagoland communities making a difference and also a charity event to raise money for new Chicago Ballerina school. In addition to all the above it was the film debut of Kim Tyler produced Strength of the Black Woman!

It was humbling to be honored and humbling to see my work a part of a major production for all to see! I had the opportunity to create production visuals for part of the presentation! Here are all the women that were honored on Saturday!

Photo credit: Facebook (Kim Tyler & Stacey Emerson), Latrice London, & De'Andre Nobles (Kristen Glover and '100 Black Queens of Chicago') Graphics by Ty Waller for Posh Announcements

Also as I visited social media and looked around at #blackgirls I picked some random images that penetrated my soul today:


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